Black Coffee

Brisa Roché

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    I'm feeling mighty lonesome
    Haven't slept a week
    I walk the floor and watch that door
    And in between I drink
    Black, black, black, black coffee
    Since the blues caught my eye
    I'm hanging out on Monday
    My Sunday, sunday, sunday dreams to dry

    I'm talking to the shadows
    From one o'clock til four
    And Lord, how slow the moments go
    When all I do is pour
    Black, black coffee
    Love's a hand me down brew
    I've never know a Sunday
    In this weekday, weekday, weekday, weekday room

    Now a man is born to go a lovin', lovin'...
    A woman's born to weep and fret
    And stay at home and tend her oven
    And drown her past regrets
    In coffee and cigarettes, cigarettes, cigarettes

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    I'm moaning all the morning
    And mourning all the night
    And in between it's nicotine
    And not much heart to fight
    Black coffee
    Feelin' low as the ground
    It's driving me crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy
    Just waiting for my baby
    To someday maybe, someday maybe come around

    My nerves have gone to pieces
    My hair is turning gray
    All I do is drink black coffee
    Since my man's gone away

    Now a man is born to go a lovin', lovin'...
    A woman's born to weep and fret
    And stay at home and tend her oven
    And drown her past regrets
    In coffee and cigarettes, cigarettes, cigarettes

    I'm moaning all the morning
    And mourning all the night
    And in between it's nicotine
    And not much heart to fight
    Black coffee
    Feelin' low as the ground
    It's driving me crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy
    Just waiting for my baby
    To someday maybe, someday maybe, baby come around
    Come around, baby come around
    Come around, baby come around
    Come around, come around

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