Black Coffee

I`m feelin` 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 talkin` to the shadows

One o`clock to four

And Lord, how slow the moments go

And all I do is pour

Black coffee

feelin` low as the ground

I`m hangin` out on Monday

My Sunday dreams to dry

Now man was born to go a-lovin`

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 moonin` all the mornin`

Moanin` 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 thinkin` `bout my baby

Might maybe come around

Come around

(F. Webb – J. F. Burke)