Black Coffee

Lyrics：P.F.Webster/S.Burke Music：P.F.Webster/S.Burke

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 hand me down broom

I'll never know a Sunday

In this weekday room

I'm talkin' to the shadows

One o'clock till 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 over

And drown het past regrets

in coffee and cigarettes!

I'm moanin' 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 waiting for my baby

To maybe come around