AIN'T GOT NOBODY TO GRIND MY COFFEE

Once I had a loving daddy, just as good as he could be,
But my ever-loving daddy, he's done gone away from me.
And since he left me behind, here's what's on my mind, I find:

Ain't got nobody to grind my coffee in the morning.
Ain't got nobody to serve my breakfast in bed.
My daddy went away
A week ago today.
How'm I gonna find a
'Nother coffee grinda
Who could do my grindin' like my sweet man could?
Ain't got nobody to light my brand-new percolator.
Ain't got nobody to heat my oven, you see.
When my daddy was around, he was oh so good,
Even haul my ashes, chop my kindling wood.
Ain't got nobody else to love me like my daddy could,
And grind my coffee for me, I mean,
And grind my coffee for me.

Ain't got nobody to grind my coffee in the morning.
Ain't got nobody to serve my breakfast in bed.
My daddy went away
A week ago today.
How'm I gonna find a
'Nother coffee grinda
Who could do my grindin' like my sweet man could?
Ain't got nobody to light my brand-new percolator.
Ain't got nobody to heat my oven, you see.
Oh, my daddy used to love me pretty, I'll confess.
Believe me, he could do it diff'rent from the rest.
Ain't got other who could really put me to a test,
And grind my coffee for me, I mean,
And grind my coffee for me.

[As sung by Mary Stafford, 1926. See The Red Hot Jazz Archive. Clara Smith's 1928 recording, also at The Red Hot Jazz Archive, is very similar, except she ends each chorus with "And do my grinding for me."]