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 rue

I′m talkin′ 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 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 moonin' all the mornin′
And moanin′ all the night
And in between its 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

Writer(s): WEBSTER PAUL FRANCIS, BURKE J FRANCIS<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com