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I'm feelin' mighty lonesome |
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Haven't slept a wink |
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I walk the floor |
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And watch the door |
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And in between I drink |
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Black coffee |
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Love's a hand-me-down brew |
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I'll never know a Sunday |
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In this weekday room |
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I'm talking to the shadows |
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Of one o'clock before |
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And Lord how slow the months ago |
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When all I do is pour |
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Black coffee |
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Since the blues caught my eye |
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I'm hanging out on the move |
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My Sunday dreams to dry |
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Now a man is born to go lovin' |
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A woman's born to weep and fret |
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To stay home and tend her oven |
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And drown her past regrets |
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In coffee and cigarettes |
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I'm leavin' on the mornin' |
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Mournin' all the night |
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And in between, it's nicotine |
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And not much heart to fight |
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Black coffee |
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Feelin' low as the ground |
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It's drivin' me crazy |
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This waitin' for my baby |
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To maybe come around |
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To maybe come around |
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Pour me black coffee |
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And I'll come around |
