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 broom. I’ll never know a Sunday in this week-day room I’m talkin’ 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 hangin’ out on Monday my Sunday dreams to dry. Now a man is born to go a lovin’, a woman’s born to weep and fret, to stay at home and tend her oven and drown her past regrets in black coffee and cigarettes!
I’m moonin’ all mornin’, and mournin’ all the night, and in between it’s nicotine and not much heart to fight black coffee. Feelin’ low as the ground. It’s drivin’ me crazy, this waitin’ for my baby, To maybe come around.
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.
Since my gal went away My nerves have gone to pieces and my hair’s turnin’ gray. I’m talkin’ to the shadows, one o’clock to four. And lord, how slow the moments go when all I do is pour black coffee.
Love’s a sorry affair. I know where all the blues are, cause baby , I’ve been there. Now a man’s born to love a woman, to work and slave to pay her debts. And just because he’s only human, to drown his past regrets in black coffee and cigarettes.
I’m moonin’ all mornin’, and mournin’ all the night, and in between it’s nicotine and not much heart to fight black coffee. Feelin’ low as I can be. It’s drivin’ me crazy, this waitin’ for my baby, To maybe come around…
Written by Paul Webster & Sonny Burke.
Copyright 1948, Webster Music Co. and Sondot Music Corp.
Made famous by Ella Fitzgerald
Reference:
Ella Fitzgearld
