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

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