BLACK COFFEE
ELLA FITZGERALD
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
SONG LYRICS
Ella Jane Fitzgerald (April 25, 1917 – June 15, 1996) was an American jazz vocalist with a vocal range spanning three octaves (D♭3 to D♭6). Often referred to as the "First Lady of Song," the "Queen of Jazz" and "Lady Ella," she was noted for her purity of tone, impeccable diction, phrasing and intonation, and a "horn-like" improvisational ability, particularly in her scat singing. Over the course of her 60-year recording career, she sold 40 million copies of her 70-plus albums, won 13 Grammy Awards and was awarded the National Medal of Arts by Ronald Reagan and the Presidential Medal of Freedom by George H. W. Bush.
I'm feeling mighty lonesome
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'm talking to the shadows
1 o'clock to 4
And Lord, how slow the moments go
When all I do is pour
Black Coffee
Since the blues caught my eye
I'm hanging out on Monday
My Sunday dream's too 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 moody all the morning
Mourning all the night
And in between it's nicotine
And not much heart to fight
Black Coffee
Feelin' low as the ground
It's driving 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