Black Coffee Lyrics
| Song | Black Coffee |
| Artist | Nana Mouskouri |
| Album | Nana Swings |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I`m feelin` mighty lonesome | |
| Haven`t slept a wink | |
| I walk the floor from nine to four | |
| 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 talkin` to the shadows | |
| One o`clock to four | |
| And Lord, how slow the moments go | |
| And all I do is pour | |
| Black coffee | |
| feelin` low as the ground | |
| I`m hangin` out on Monday | |
| My Sunday dreams to dry | |
| Now man was born to go a-lovin` | |
| But was a woman born to weep and fret | |
| And stay at home and tend her oven | |
| And down her past regrets | |
| In coffee and cigarettes | |
| I`m moonin` all the mornin` | |
| Moanin` 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 thinkin` `bout my baby | |
| Might maybe come around | |
| Come around | |
| (F. Webb – J. F. Burke) |
| I m feelin mighty lonesome | |
| Haven t slept a wink | |
| I walk the floor from nine to four | |
| In between I drink | |
| Black coffee | |
| Love s a handmedown brew | |
| I ll never know a Sunday | |
| In this weekday room | |
| I m talkin to the shadows | |
| One o clock to four | |
| And Lord, how slow the moments go | |
| And all I do is pour | |
| Black coffee | |
| feelin low as the ground | |
| I m hangin out on Monday | |
| My Sunday dreams to dry | |
| Now man was born to go alovin | |
| But was a woman born to weep and fret | |
| And stay at home and tend her oven | |
| And down her past regrets | |
| In coffee and cigarettes | |
| I m moonin all the mornin | |
| Moanin 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 thinkin bout my baby | |
| Might maybe come around | |
| Come around | |
| F. Webb J. F. Burke |
| I m feelin mighty lonesome | |
| Haven t slept a wink | |
| I walk the floor from nine to four | |
| In between I drink | |
| Black coffee | |
| Love s a handmedown brew | |
| I ll never know a Sunday | |
| In this weekday room | |
| I m talkin to the shadows | |
| One o clock to four | |
| And Lord, how slow the moments go | |
| And all I do is pour | |
| Black coffee | |
| feelin low as the ground | |
| I m hangin out on Monday | |
| My Sunday dreams to dry | |
| Now man was born to go alovin | |
| But was a woman born to weep and fret | |
| And stay at home and tend her oven | |
| And down her past regrets | |
| In coffee and cigarettes | |
| I m moonin all the mornin | |
| Moanin 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 thinkin bout my baby | |
| Might maybe come around | |
| Come around | |
| F. Webb J. F. Burke |
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