Black coffee

Song Author Sinéad OConnor Submitted by: Anonymous
[A]I'm feelin' mig[G]hty loneso[A]me, haven't slep[Bb9]t a wink;
I [A]walk the floor from n[G]ine to four, [A]in between I d[A9]rink   
Black [D9]coffee [Dm]-- love's a [Dm6]hand-me-down [A]brew.[Bb9]    [A]    [F#7]    
I'll [Bm7]never know a [D9]Sunday [E7] in this[Bm7/5-] weekday ro[A]om.  [F#7]    [Bm7]    [F7]    [E7]    

I'm [A]talkin to the s[G]hadow o[A]ne o'clock till [Bb9]four,    
And L[A]ord, how slow the m[G]oments go and a[A]ll I do is p[A9]our   
Black [D9]coffee [Dm] since the b[Dm6]lues caught my e[A]ye; [Bb9]    [A]    [F#7]    
I'm [Bm7]hangin' out on M[D9]onday [E7] my Sunday [Bm7/5-]dreams to dr[A]y.  
[G#7]    [G7]    [F#7]    [F7]    [E7]    [A]    
[Bb9]Now     [Dm]man is [Dm7]born to come a-l[A]ovin',
And a [Dm]woman's born to [Dm7]weep    [Gdim] and f     [A]ret  
To s[F7]tay at home and tend her [Bb]oven   
And d[F7]own her [Gdim]past regr[F7]ets in [E7]coffee and[Fdim] cigare[E7]ttes.

I'm m[A]oonin' all the m[G]ornin', m[A]oanin' all the n[Bb9]ight    
And [A]in between it's n[G]icotine and n[A]ot much heart to [A9]fight.
Black [D9]coffee [Dm]-- feelin' [Dm6]low as the gro[A]und. [Bb9]    [A]    
It's [C#7]drivin' me [G7]cra -[F#7] zy, this w[D9]aitin'[Bm7/5-] for my bab[E7]y   
[Fdim]'Til he [E7]come   [Bm7/5-] a - rou[A]nd, [F#7]    [Bm7]    [E7]    
[Fdim]'til he come ar[A]ound [F#7]    [Bm7]    [F7]    [E7]    [A]    

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[Bm7/5-] weekday room.

I'm talkin to the shadow one o'clock till four,
And Lord, how slow the moments go and all I do is pour
Black coffee since the blues caught my eye;
I'm hangin' out on Monday my Sunday [Bm7/5-]dreams to dry.

Now man is born to come a-lovin',
And a woman's 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', 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 cra - zy, this waitin'[Bm7/5-] for my baby
'Til he come[Bm7/5-] a - round,
'til he come around


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  • Dm6
  • F#7
  • Bm7
  • E7
  • F7
  • G#7
  • G7
  • Dm7
  • Gdim
  • Bb
  • Fdim
  • C#7

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