制作
出演艺人
Ann Hampton Callaway
领唱
作曲和作词
索尼・伯克
作曲
WEBSTER PAUL FRANCIS
作词
歌词
I'm feelin' mighty lonesome
I 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 am 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 coffee and cigarettes
I'm moonin' all the mornin'
And I'm 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
Waitin' for my baby
To maybe come around
Now, 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 coffee and cigarettes
I'm moonin' all the mornin'
And I'm moanin' all the night
And in between, it's nicotine
And not much heart to fight
Black coffee
I'm feelin' low as the ground
It's drivin' me crazy, this
Waitin' for my baby
To maybe come around
To maybe, to maybe, to maybe come around
To maybe, to maybe, to maybe come around
I need my baby
I've had enough of black coffee
I just need you
Written by: Paul Francis Webster, Sonny Burke

