Lyrics

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

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Artist: ella fitzgerald