Black Coffee

I'm feelin' 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 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 regrest in

coffee and cigarettes!

I'm moonin' all the mornin',

and 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.