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Höfundur lags: Sonny Burke Höfundur texta: Paul Francis Webster Flytjandi: Peggy Lee og Ella Fitzgerald Sent inn af: gilsi
[C]    [Gm]    [C]    [Gm]    
[C]    [Gm]    [C]    [Gm]    
I'm [C]feeling mighty [Gm]lonesome
[C] Haven't slept a [Gm]wink   
I [C]walk the floor & [Gm]watch the door
And [C]in between I [Gm]drink
[Cm]Black [F]coffee
[Cm] Love's ha[F]nd-me-down [C]brew[Gm]    [C]    [Gm]    
Well, I'll [Dm]never know a [C]Sunday
[F] In this [G]weekday[C] rule[Gm]    [C]    [Gm]    

I'm [C]talking to the [Gm]shadows
[C] One o'clock to [Gm]four   
And [C]oh how slow the [Gm]moments go
[C] When all I do is [Gm]pour   
[Cm]Black [F]coffee
[Cm] Since the [F]blues [C]caught my [Gm]eye [C]    [Gm]    
Well I'm [Dm]hanging out on [C]Monday
[F] My Sunday [G]dreams [C]to d[Gm]ry [C]    [Gm]    

Well, a [F]man is born to go on [Cm]lovin'
A [Fm]woman's born to weep & [C]fret
To [Em]stay home & tend her [Gm]lovin'
And [F#]drown her past regrets
In [F]coffee & cigarettes

[C] Alone[Gm] all the morning
[C] Mourning [Gm]all the night
[C] And, in between[Gm], it's nicotine
[C] And not much heart [Gm]to fight
[Cm]Black [F]coffee
[Cm] Feeling [F]low [C]as the [Gm]ground[C]    
It's drivin' me [Gm]crazy, this [Dm]waiting for my [C]baby
[F] To may[G]be   [C]come a[Gm]round[C]    [Gm]    

Well, a [F]man is born to go on [Cm]lovin'
A [Fm]woman's born to weep & [C]fret
To [Em]stay home & tend her [Gm]lovin'
And [F#]drown her past regrets
In [F]coffee & cigarettes

[C] Alone[Gm] all the morning
[C] Mourning [Gm]all the night
[C] And, in between[Gm], it's nicotine
[C] And not much heart [Gm]to fight
[Cm]Black [F]coffee
[Cm] Feeling [F]low [C]as the [Gm]ground[C]    
It's drivin' me [Gm]crazy, this [Dm]waiting for my [C]baby
[F] To may[G]be   [C]come a[Gm]round[C]    [Gm]    

[Dm] My nerves have gone to pieces
[Cm] My hair is turning gray
[F] All I do is drink black coffee
[G] Since my man's gone away...
[C]    [Gm]    [C]    [Gm]    



I'm feeling mighty lonesome
Haven't slept a wink
I walk the floor & watch the door
And in between I drink
Black coffee
Love's hand-me-down brew
Well, I'll never know a Sunday
In this weekday rule

I'm talking to the shadows
One o'clock to four
And oh how slow the moments go
When all I do is pour
Black coffee
Since the blues caught my eye
Well I'm hanging out on Monday
My Sunday dreams to dry

Well, a man is born to go on lovin'
A woman's born to weep & fret
To stay home & tend her lovin'
And drown her past regrets
In coffee & cigarettes

Alone all the morning
Mourning all the night
And, in between, it's nicotine
And not much heart to fight
Black coffee
Feeling low as the ground
It's drivin' me crazy, this waiting for my baby
To maybe come around

Well, a man is born to go on lovin'
A woman's born to weep & fret
To stay home & tend her lovin'
And drown her past regrets
In coffee & cigarettes

Alone all the morning
Mourning all the night
And, in between, it's nicotine
And not much heart to fight
Black coffee
Feeling low as the ground
It's drivin' me crazy, this waiting for my baby
To maybe come around

My nerves have gone to pieces
My hair is turning gray
All I do is drink black coffee
Since my man's gone away...

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