Black Coffee - Nicola Arigliano

You’re feeling mighty lonesome\nHaven’t slept a wink\nYou walk the floor and watch the door\nAnd in between you’re drink\nBlack Coffee\nLove’s a hand you down blue\nYou’ll never know a Sunday\nYour Sunday dream gonna cry\nTalking to the shadows\nOne o’clock to four\nAnd Lord, how slow the moments go\nWhen all you do is pour\nBlack Coffee\nFeelin' low as the ground\nNever know a Sunday\nYour Sunday dream’s gonna cry\nfree time\nNow a man is born… to go a lovin'\nA woman’s born to weep\nAnd fret to stay at home\nAnd tend her oven\nAnd drown her past regrets\nIn coffee and cigarettes\nI’m moody all the morning\nMoanin' all the night\nAnd in between it’s nicotine\nAnd not much hard to fight\nBlack coffee\nFeelin' low as the ground\nNever know a Sunday\nYour Sunday dream’s gonna cry\nYeah!\nYeah, bravo Trovesi!\nGianni Basso!\nNow a man is born to go a lovin'\nA woman’s born to weep\nAnd fret to stay at home\nAnd tend her oven\nAnd drown her past regrets\nIn coffee and cigarettes\nI’m moody all the morning\nMoanin' all the night\nAnd in between it’s nicotine\nAnd not much hard to fight\nBlack coffee\nFeelin' low as the ground\nDriving you crazy… just waiting… may be in 'camera'\nDriving you crazy… bu-di… pup-te-che-ca-t!\nBlack coffe\nMaestri! Bravi…