Paroles de Black Coffee

I´m feeling mightly lonesome I haven´t slept a wink I walked the floor and watched the door And in between I drink Black Coffee With a little brandy in it Love´s a hand made rum rue I never know a sunday In this weak day rue I´m talking to the shadows One o´clock to four And Lord how slow the moments go When all I do is pour Black Coffee Seems the blues caught my eye I´m hanging out on monday My sunday dreams to dry I´m mourning all the morning Morning or the night And I between is nigger thing And all I do is fight Black Coffee Feeling low as the ground It´s driving crazy This waiting for my baby To maybe come around