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 brew
I'll never know a Sunday
In this weekday room.
I'm talkin' to the shadows
One o'clock to 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 dreams to dry.
Now a 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 mournin' all the mornin'
Moaning all night
And in between it's nicotine
And all I do is fight
Black coffee
Feelin' low as the ground
It's drivin' me crazy just waitin' for my baby
To maybe-maybe come around.
Now a man is born to go a lovin'
A woman's born to weep and fret
Stay at home and tend her oven
And drown her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes.
I'm moanin' all morning
Mourning all the night
And in between it's nicotine
And ain't got much heart to fight
Black coffee, black coffee
Feelin' low as the ground
It's drivin' me crazy just waitin' for my baby
To maybe come around...
To maybe come around.