Black Coffee

Black Coffee - Stan kenton (史丹.肯頓)/Ann Richards

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 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 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 mooning all the morning

I'm mourning all the night

And in between it's nicotine

And not much heart to fight

Black coffee

Feeling low as the ground

It's driving me crazy this waiting for my baby

To maybe come around

Feeling low as the ground

It's driving me crazy this waiting for my baby

To maybe come around