Testo Black Coffee Ella Fitzgerald
Iâm feeling mighty lonesome
Havenât slept a wink
I walk the floor and watch the door
And in between I drink
Black coffee
Loveâs a hand me down brew
Iâll never know a sunday
In this weekday room
Iâm talking to the shadows
1 oâclock to 4
And lord, how slow the moments go
When all I do is pour
Black coffee
Since the blues caught my eye
Iâm hanging out on monday
My sunday dreamâs too dry
Now a man is born to go a lovinâ
A womanâs born to weep and fret
To stay at home and tend her oven
And drown her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes
Iâm moody all the morning
Mourning all the night
And in between itâs nicotine
And not much hard to fight
Black coffee
Feelinâ low as the ground
Itâs 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 manâs gone away