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Gyle Waddy
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Black Coffee
I'm feeling mighty lonesome I 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 from 1 o'clock 'til 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 dreams to dry.
Now a man is born to go a roaming. Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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 moaning all the morning and 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 driving me crazy this waiting for my baby to maybe come around. Baby won't you come around I'm waiting for my baby to maybe come around.
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