Black Coffee

I'm feeling mighty lonesome, haven't slept a wink

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 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 hanging out on Monday

My Sunday dreams to dry

Now man is born to go a loving

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 moaning all the morning, moaning all the night

And in between it's nicotine

Not much heart to fight

Black coffee

Feeling low as the ground

It's driving me crazy this waiting for my baby

To maybe come around

My nerves has gone in pieces, my hair is turning grey

All I do is drink black coffee, since my man's gone away