Ella Fitzgerald: Black Coffee

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 handmedown 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.