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 brew
I'll never know a Sunday
In this weekday room

I′m talking to the shadows
One o′clock til four
And Lord, how slow the moments go
When 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 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 driving me crazy
This waiting for my baby to maybe come around

Writer(s): AL HOFFMAN, MAURICE SIGLER, AL GOODHART<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com