Piadas, poemas e porradas sobre o mundo das coisas e as coisas do mundo. Uma visão desconcertante de tudo o que se imaginava consertado. A prova acabada de que a vida é uma batalha inútil... miltonritzmann@bol.com.br
terça-feira, 11 de outubro de 2011
Black Coffee
A G A Bb9
I'm feelin' mighty lonesome, haven't slept a wink;
A G A A9
I walk the floor and watch the door, in between I drink
D9 Dm Dm6 A Bb9 A F#7
Black coffee -- love's a hand-me-down broom.
Bm7 D9 E7 Bm7-5 A F#7 Bm7 F7 E7
I'll never know a Sunday in this weekday room.
A G A Bb9
I'm talkin to the shadow one o'clock till four,
A G A A9
And Lord, how slow the moments go when all I do is pour
D9 Dm Dm6 A Bb9 A F#7
Black coffee since the blues caught my eye;
Bm7 D9 E7 Bm7-5 A G#7 G7 F#7 F7 E7 A
I'm hangin' out on Monday my Sunday dreams to dry.
Bridge:
Bb9 Dm Dm7 A
Now man is born to come a-lovin',
Dm Dm7 Gdim A
And a woman's born to weep and fret
F7 Bb
To stay at home and tend her oven
F7 Gdim F7 E7 Fdim E7
And drown her past regrets in coffee and cigarettes.
A G A Bb9
I'm moonin' all the mornin', moanin' all the night
A G A A9
And in between it's nicotine and not much heart to fight.
D9 Dm Dm6 A Bb9 A
Black coffee -- feelin' low as the ground.
C#7 G7 F#7 D9 Bm7-5 E7
It's drivin' me cra - zy, this waitin' for my baby
Fdim E7 Bm7-5 A F#7 Bm7 E7 Fdim A F#7 Bm7 F7 E7 A
'Til he come a - round, 'til he come around.
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Words & Music by Sonny Burke & Paul Francis Webster, 1948
Recorded by Julie London*, 1960
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