Текст песни




I'm feeling mighty lonesome
I haven't slept a wink
I walk the floor and watch the door
And in between I drink
Black coffee
Loves a hand-me-down brew
I'll never know Sunday
In this weekday room
I'm talking to the shadows
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 dreams to dry
Now a man is born to go a-lovin'
And 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
Oh I'm moody all the morning
I'm mourning all the night
And in between it's nicotine
And 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
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
I'm mourning all the night
And in between it's nicotine
And 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
My nerves have gone to pieces
My hair is turning gray
All I do is drink black coffee
Since my man has gone away



Авторы: Paul Francis Webster, J. Francis Burke Copyright: Sondot Music Corp., Webster Music Co., Wb Music Corp., Wc Music Corp., Al Hoffman Songs Inc



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