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 
One o'clock to 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 dream's too dry 
Now a 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 moody all the morning 
And I'm mourning all the night 
And in between it's nicotine 
And 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