Black Coffee

I'm feelin' mighty lonesome, haven't slept a wink,

I walk the floor from nine to four, in between I drink

Black coffee - love's a hand-me-down brew.

I'll never know a Sunday in this weekday room.

I'm talkin to the shadows, one o'clock till four,

And Lord, how slow the moments go and all I do is pour

Black coffee since the blues caught my eye;

I'm hangin' out on Monday my Sunday dreams to dry.

Now man was born to come a-lovin',

And was a woman's born to weep and fret

To stay at home and tend her oven

And drown her past regrets in coffee and cigarettes.

I'm moonin' all the mornin', moanin' all the night

And in between it's nicotine and not much heart to fight.

Black coffee - feelin' low as the ground.

It's drivin' me crazy, thinkin' 'bout my baby

'Til he come around.