You're feeling mighty lonesome Haven't slept a wink You walk the floor and watch the door And in between you're drink Black Coffee Love's a hand you down blue You'll never know a Sunday Your Sunday dream gonna cry Talking to the shadows One o'clock to four And Lord, how slow the moments go When all you do is pour Black Coffee Feelin' low as the ground Never know a Sunday Your Sunday dream's gonna cry [Parlato] free time 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 Moanin' all the night And in between it's nicotine And not much hard to fight Black coffee Feelin' low as the ground Never know a Sunday Your Sunday dream's gonna cry Yeah! Yeah, bravo Trovesi! Gianni Basso! 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 Moanin' all the night And in between it's nicotine And not much hard to fight Black coffee Feelin' low as the ground Driving you crazy... just waiting... may be in 'camera' Driving you crazy... bu-di... pup-te-che-ca-t! [Parlato] Black coffe Maestri! Bravi!...