I'm feeling mighty lonesome

I 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 blues

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 light

I'm hanging out on Monday

My Sunday dreams to dry

Now man is born to go loving

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 moaning all the mornin'

Moaning all the night

And in- between it's nicotine

And not much heart to fight

Black coffee

Feel as low as the ground

It's driving me crazy

This waiting for my baby

To maybe come around

Now man is born to go loving

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 moaning all the mornin'

Moaning all the night

And in- between it's nicotine

And not much heart to fight

Black coffee

I'm feel as low as the ground

It's driving me crazy

This waiting for my baby

To maybe come around

To maybe

To maybe

To maybe come around

To maybe

To maybe

To maybe come around

I me my baby

I had enough a black coffee

I just me and you