Black Coffee

Black Coffee - Ella Fitzgerald

Written by：Paul Francis Webster/Sonny Burke

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

One o'clock to four

And lord how slow the moments ago

When all I do is pour

Black coffee

Since the blues caught my

I'm hanging out on Monday

My Sunday dreams to dry

Now a man is born to go loving

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 a molling on the morning

Morning all the night

And in between it's nicotine

And not much heart to fight

Black coffee

Feeling low as a ground

It's driving me crazy

This waiting for my baby

To maybe come around

My name's an gone a pices

My here is trying gre

All I do is drink black coffee

Sence my man's gonna way