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| 3:08 | 
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I'm feelin' mighty lonesome
Haven't slept a wink I walk the floor from nine to four In between I drink Black coffee Love's a hand-me-down brew I'll never know a Sunday In this weekday roomI'm talkin to the shadow One o'clock till four And Lord, how slow the moments go And all I do is pour Black coffee Since the blues caught my eye I'm hangin' out on Monday My Sunday dreams to dryNow man was born to go a lovin' But was a woman born to weep and fret And stay at home and tend her oven And down her past regrets In coffee and cigarettesI'm moonin' all the mornin' Moanin' all the night And in between it's nicotine And not much heart to fight Black coffee Feelin' low as the ground It's drivin' me crazy This thinkin' 'bout my baby Might maybe come around Come around |
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| 2. |
| 2:31 | 
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| 3. |
| 2:45 |
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| 4. |
| 2:08 |
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| 5. |
| 3:23 |
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| 6. |
| 3:24 |
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| 7. |
| 3:16 |
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| 8. |
| 2:18 |
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| 9. |
| 3:19 |
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| 10. |
| 2:08 |
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| 11. |
| 3:25 |
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| 12. |
| 2:51 |
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