Ella Fitzgerald

Im feeling mighty lonesome
Havent slept a wink
I walk the floor and watch the door
And in between I drink
Black coffee
Loves a hand me down brew
Ill never know a sunday
In this weekday room
Im talking to the shadows
1 oclock to 4
And lord, how slow the moments go
When all I do is pour
Black coffee
Since the blues caught my eye
Im hanging out on monday
My sunday dreams too dry
Now a man is born to go a lovin