Black Coffee - Delta Moon

I left New York City heading south on 95

I left New York City heading south on 95

I was drinking black coffee, Lord, just to stay alive

I was thinking 'bout you all the way around DC town

I was thinking 'bout you all the way around DC town

I was drinking black coffee, Lord, I was slugging it down

When I hit Greenville it must have been four AM

When I hit Greenville it must have been four AM

Black coffee had me shaking like a leaf out on a limb

Black coffee

Knocked on your door in Atlanta as the sun was coming up

Knocked on your door in Atlanta as the sun was coming up

You said, «How 'bout some coffee?»

I said, «Yeah, but just one cup.»

Black coffee

Yeah, black coffee

Black coffee

Yeah, black coffee

Black coffee, yeah

That’s right