Black Coffee

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 room

I'm talkin' to the shadows
From 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 born to weep and fret
To stay at home and tend her oven
And down 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
Around

I waited for my baby
To maybe come around



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Francis Webster, J. Francis Burke
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