Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Black Coffee

Black Coffee

music by Sonny Burke
lyric by Paul Francis Webster (right)

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 from one o'clock to four;
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 and 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, around; I'm 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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