| Song | Black Coffee |
| Artist | Ray Charles |
| Album | The Great Ray Charles |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I'm feelin' mighty lonesome | |
| Haven't slept a wink | |
| I walk the floor an' watch the door | |
| In between I drink | |
| Black coffee … | |
| Love's a hand-me-down room | |
| I'll never know a Sunday | |
| In this weekday room. | |
| Been talkin' to the shadows | |
| One o'clock ‘til four | |
| An' Lord how slow the moments go | |
| When all ya do is pour | |
| Black coffee … | |
| Since the blues caught my eye | |
| I'm hangin' out on Monday | |
| My Sunday dreams to dry. | |
| You know a man is born to love a woman | |
| To work and slave to pay her debts | |
| Just because he's only human | |
| To drown his past regrets | |
| In coffee and cigarettes. | |
| I'm moonin' all the mornin' | |
| Mournin' all the night | |
| In between it's nicotine | |
| Not much heart to fight | |
| Black coffee ... | |
| Feelin' low as the ground | |
| I'm waitin' for my baby | |
| To maybe come around. | |
| Gonna drown my past regrets | |
| In some coffee and a few cigarettes. | |
| I'm moonin' all the mornin' | |
| Mournin' all the night | |
| In between it's nicotine | |
| And not much heart to fight | |
| Black coffee … | |
| Feeling low as the ground | |
| It's driving me crazy! | |
| Just waitin' for my baby | |
| To maybe come around. | |
| Please come around | |
| Please come … |
| I' m feelin' mighty lonesome | |
| Haven' t slept a wink | |
| I walk the floor an' watch the door | |
| In between I drink | |
| Black coffee | |
| Love' s a handmedown room | |
| I' ll never know a Sunday | |
| In this weekday room. | |
| Been talkin' to the shadows | |
| One o' clock ' til four | |
| An' Lord how slow the moments go | |
| When all ya do is pour | |
| Black coffee | |
| Since the blues caught my eye | |
| I' m hangin' out on Monday | |
| My Sunday dreams to dry. | |
| You know a man is born to love a woman | |
| To work and slave to pay her debts | |
| Just because he' s only human | |
| To drown his past regrets | |
| In coffee and cigarettes. | |
| I' m moonin' all the mornin' | |
| Mournin' all the night | |
| In between it' s nicotine | |
| Not much heart to fight | |
| Black coffee ... | |
| Feelin' low as the ground | |
| I' m waitin' for my baby | |
| To maybe come around. | |
| Gonna drown my past regrets | |
| In some coffee and a few cigarettes. | |
| I' m moonin' all the mornin' | |
| Mournin' all the night | |
| In between it' s nicotine | |
| And not much heart to fight | |
| Black coffee | |
| Feeling low as the ground | |
| It' s driving me crazy! | |
| Just waitin' for my baby | |
| To maybe come around. | |
| Please come around | |
| Please come |
| I' m feelin' mighty lonesome | |
| Haven' t slept a wink | |
| I walk the floor an' watch the door | |
| In between I drink | |
| Black coffee | |
| Love' s a handmedown room | |
| I' ll never know a Sunday | |
| In this weekday room. | |
| Been talkin' to the shadows | |
| One o' clock ' til four | |
| An' Lord how slow the moments go | |
| When all ya do is pour | |
| Black coffee | |
| Since the blues caught my eye | |
| I' m hangin' out on Monday | |
| My Sunday dreams to dry. | |
| You know a man is born to love a woman | |
| To work and slave to pay her debts | |
| Just because he' s only human | |
| To drown his past regrets | |
| In coffee and cigarettes. | |
| I' m moonin' all the mornin' | |
| Mournin' all the night | |
| In between it' s nicotine | |
| Not much heart to fight | |
| Black coffee ... | |
| Feelin' low as the ground | |
| I' m waitin' for my baby | |
| To maybe come around. | |
| Gonna drown my past regrets | |
| In some coffee and a few cigarettes. | |
| I' m moonin' all the mornin' | |
| Mournin' all the night | |
| In between it' s nicotine | |
| And not much heart to fight | |
| Black coffee | |
| Feeling low as the ground | |
| It' s driving me crazy! | |
| Just waitin' for my baby | |
| To maybe come around. | |
| Please come around | |
| Please come |