(Dottie West - Bill West)      After sundown comes suffertime for me   And I go to that small cafe where we used to meet   I'll have the special for today 'cause nothing matters to me   Just make my coffee cold and black, oh, like my future's gonna be.      And let me cry to a sad song for he's still on my mind   And excuse me for not talking, it's my suffertime   I know I'll never crave a new love, I had a taste of one so fine   And for this love I'll go on starving and suffer my whole lifetime.      Oh, would you play just one more sad song, yes, he's still still on my mind   Then I'll see you again tomorrow at suffertime...