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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sarah Vaughan
Sarah Vaughan
Performer
Sylvan Shulman
Sylvan Shulman
Violin
Zelly Smirnoff
Zelly Smirnoff
Violin
Howard Kay
Howard Kay
Violin
Fred Buldrini
Fred Buldrini
Violin
Isador Zir
Isador Zir
Viola
Maurice Brown
Maurice Brown
Cello
Henry Roos
Henry Roos
Saxophone
Harry Terrill
Harry Terrill
Saxophone
Bernard Kaufman
Bernard Kaufman
Saxophone
Wolfe Taninbaum
Wolfe Taninbaum
Saxophone
Harold Feldman
Harold Feldman
Saxophone
Gordon Griffith
Gordon Griffith
Trumpet
Jimmy Maxwell
Jimmy Maxwell
Trumpet
Melvin Soloman
Melvin Soloman
Trumpet
Buddy Morrow
Buddy Morrow
Trombone
John D'Agostino
John D'Agostino
Trombone
Henry Rowland
Henry Rowland
Piano
Bob Haggart
Bob Haggart
Bass
Verlye Mills
Verlye Mills
Harp
Norris Shawker
Norris Shawker
Drums
Penny Armstrong
Penny Armstrong
Conductor
Howard Fritzson
Howard Fritzson
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sonny Burke
Sonny Burke
Composer
Joe Lippman
Joe Lippman
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jerry Shulman
Jerry Shulman
Executive Producer
Joe McEwen
Joe McEwen
Producer
Chris Herles
Chris Herles
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I'm feelin' mighty lonesome Haven't slept a wink I walk the floor and watch the door And 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 From one o'clock 'til 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 born to weep and fret To stay at home and tend her oven And down her past regrets In coffee and cigarettes I'm moonin' all the mornin' And moanin' all the night And in between its 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 Around I waited for my baby To maybe come around
Writer(s): Ike Turner, Tina Turner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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