I'm feelin' mighty lonesome, haven't slept a wink
I walk the floor and watch the door
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 shadow 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 man is born to go a lovin'
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 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 waitin' for my baby
To maybe come around, to maybe come around
Pour me black coffee
And I'll come around

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