Sarah Vaughan Black Coffee歌词

[ti:Easy Living] [ar:Miranda Lambert] [al:Four The Record] [00:00.09]Miranda Lambert - Easy Living [00:04.73] [00:37.03]The weatherman says rain today [00:41.84]We'll saddle up and be on our way [00:46.26]What's a little rain to a high ridin' rebel o

Sunday is gloomy; my hours are slumber-less Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you Angels have no thought of ever returning you Would they be angry

It begins to tell 'round midnight 'Round midnight I do pretty well 'til after sundown Suppertime I'm feeling sad But it really gets bad 'round midnight Memories always start 'round midnight 'Round midnight Haven't got the heart to stand those memorie

I don't know why but I am feeling so sad I long to try something I've never had Never had no kissing, oh, what I've been missing Lover man, oh, where can you be? The night is so cold and I'm so all alone I'd give my soul just to call you my own Got t

Here come old flattop He come grooving up slowly He got joo-joo eyeball He one holy roller He got hair down to his knee Got to be a joker, he just do what he please He wear no shoeshine He got toe-jam football He got monkey finger He shoot coca-cola

There's a story told of a little Japanese. Sitting demurely 'neath the cherry blossom trees. Miss Butterfly's her name. A sweet little innocent child was she 'Till a fine young American from the sea To her garden came. They met 'neath the cherry blos

[ti:Love Me or Leave Me] [ar:Sarah Vaughan] [al:September Song] [offset:0] [00:19.37]Love me or leave me, or let me be lonely; [00:23.17]You won't believe me, I love you only. [00:26.92]I'd rather be lonely than happy with someone else. [00:34.47]You

Every night your line is busy All that buzzin' makes me dizzy Couldn't count on all my fingers All the dates you had with swingers Bye, bye, bye, baby I'm gonna kiss you goodbye and go right through that doorway So long, I'm leaving This is the last

The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sun-burned hands I used to hold Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winter's song But I miss you most of all my