I'm feelin' mightly 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 week day room.
I'm talking to the shadows
1 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 dreams to 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 moonin' all the mornin'
Mournin' 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.
My nerves have gone to pieces
My hair is turnin' grey
All I do is drink black coffee,
Since my man's gone away.
Writer(s): Paul Francis Webster, Sonny Burke
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