Black Coffee
Denise King Massimo Faraò Trio
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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 Sunday
In this week-day room
Talking to the shadows
From one o'clock to four
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 dreams to dry
Now a man is born to go a-loving
A woman's born to weep and fret
Stay at home, tend her oven
And drown her past regrets
Eating coffee and cigarettes
I'm moaning all the morning
Moaning all the night
And in between it's nicotine
Not much hard to fight
Black coffee
Feeling low as the ground
It's driving me crazy
Just waiting for my baby
To maybe come around
Man is born to go a-loving
And a woman's born to weep and fret
Stay at home, tend her oven
Drown her past regrets
Coffee and cigarettes
I'm moaning all the morning
And moaning all the night
In between it's nicotine
Not much hard to fight
Black coffee
Feeling low, low as the ground
It's driving me crazy
Waiting for my baby
To maybe come around
Why don't you come around, baby, come around?
Maybe, maybe, baby, come around
Won't you, baby?