Black Coffee |
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Black Coffee Lyrics |
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 (P.F. Webster / S. Burke) I`m feelin` mighty lonesome, haven`t slept a wink I walk the floor and watch the door and in between I drink black coffee Love`s hand me down broom I`ll never know a Sunday In this weekday room I`m talkin` to the shadows One o`clock till four And Lord, how slow the moments go When all I do is pour black coffee Since the blues caught my eye I`m hangin`out on Monday my Sunday dreams to 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 moanin` all the mornin` And mournin` all the night And in between it`s nicotine And not much heart to fight black coffee Feelin`low as the ground It`s drivin` me crazy This waiting for my baby To maybe come around |
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