I'm feeling 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 talking to the shadow 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 hanging out on Monday My Sunday dreams to dry
Now man was born to go a loving But was a woman born to weep and fret And stay at home and tend her oven And down her past regrets In coffee and cigarettes
I'm mooning all the morning Moaning all the night And in between it's nicotine And not much heart to fight Black coffee Feeling low as the ground It's driving me crazy This thinking 'bout my baby Might maybe come around Come around
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