Текст песни Black Coffee, Ella Fitzgerald

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I m feeling mighty lonesome
Haven t slept a wink
I walk the floor and watch the door
And in between I drink
Black Coffee
Love s a hand me down brew
I ll never know a Sunday
In this weekday room

I m talking to the shadows
1 o clock to 4
And Lord, how slow the moments go
When all I do is pour
Black Coffee
Since the blues caught my eye
I m hanging out on Monday
My Sunday dream s too dry

Now a man is born to go a lovin
A woman s born to weep and fret
To stay at home and tend her oven
And drown her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes

I m moody all the morning
Mourning all the night
And in between it s nicotine
And not much hard to fight
Black Coffee
Feelin low as the ground
It s driving me crazy just waiting for my baby
To maybe come around

My nerves have gone to pieces
My hair is turning gray
All I do is drink black coffee
Since my man s gone away