Black Coffee

I'm feeling mighty lonesome

Haven't slept a wink

I walk the floor and watch the door

In between I drink

Black coffee

Love's a hand me down brew

I never know what's Sunday

In this weekday room

I'm talking to the shadows

One o'clock to four

Lord how slow the moments go

When all I do is pour

Black coffee

Since the blues caught my eye

I'm hanging around Monday

My Sunday dreams to dry

No man is born to go on loving

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 mourning all the morning

Mourning all the night

And in between is nicotine

And not much hard to fight

Black coffee

Feeling low as the ground

It's driving me crazy

This waiting for my baby

To maybe come around

No man is born to go on loving

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 mourning all the morning

Mourning all the night

And in between is nicotine

And not much hard to fight

Black coffee

Feeling low as the ground

It's driving me crazy

This waiting for my baby

To maybe come around