Black Coffee

Black Coffee - Ella Fitzgerald

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

Loves a hand me down brew

I'll never know a sunday

In this weekday room

I'm talking to the shadows

1 o'clock to 4

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 too dry

Now a man is born to go a lovin'

A womans 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

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

My nerves have gone to pieces

My hair is turning gray

All I do is drink black coffee

Since my mans gone away