Ella Fitzgerald - Black Coffee текст песни

Im feeling mighty lonesome

Havent slept a wink

I walk the floor and watch the door

And in between I drink

Black coffee

Loves a hand me down brew

Ill never know a sunday

In this weekday room

Im talking to the shadows

1 oclock to 4

And lord, how slow the moments go

When all I do is pour

Black coffee

Since the blues caught my eye

Im hanging out on monday

My sunday dreams too dry

Now a man is born to go a lovin

A womans born to weep and fret

To stay at home and tend her oven

And drown her past regrets

In coffee and cigarettes

Im moody all the morning

Mourning all the night

And in between its nicotine

And not much hard to fight

Black coffee

Feelin low as the ground

Its 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 mans gone away