Black Coffee

I'm feeling mighty lonesome

Haven't slept a wink

I walk the floor and watch the door

And, in between, I drink

Black coffee

Love's a hand-me-down broom

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

When all I do is pour

Black coffee

Since the blues caught my eye

I'm hangin' out on Monday

My Sunday dream to dry

Now, man is born to go a-lovin'

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'

Mournin' 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, this waitin' for my baby

To maybe come around