Tytuł: Black coffee

• Wykonawca: Ella Fitzgerald
• Wyświetleń: 153

  
   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