Black Coffee

I'm feeling 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 from 1 o'clock to 4
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 a man is born to go a lovin'
A woman's born to weep and fret
To stay home and tend her oven
And drown her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes

I'm moody all the morning and mourning 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, to maybe come around
Pour me black coffee and I'll come around



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Francis Webster, Francis Joseph Burke
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