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Ella Fitzgerald Black Coffee I'm feeling mighty lonesome, haven't slept a wink, I walk the floor, watch the door, And in between I drink, black coffee, Loves a hand-me-down brew, I'll never know a white sunday, in this weekday blue, I'm talking to the shadows one o'clock till four, And lord how slow the moments go, All I do is pour, black coffee.. Since the blues caught my eye, I'm hanging out on monday, But sunday dreams too dry. They say a man, is born to go alone, And a woman, is born to weep and fret, To stay at home and drown her past regrets In coffee and cigarettes. And moody all the morning, moody all night. And in between I drink black coffee. Black coffee.
