I'm feeling mighty lonesome<br />
Haven't slept a wink<br />
I walk the floor and watch the door<br />
And in between I drink<br />
Black coffee<br />
Love's a hand me down brew<br />
I'll never know a Sunday<br />
In this weekday room<br />
I'm talking to the shadows<br />
1 o'clock to 4<br />
And Lord, how slow the moments go<br />
When all I do is pour<br />
Black coffee<br />
Since the blues caught my eye<br />
I'm hanging out on Monday<br />
My Sunday dream's too dry<br />
Now a man is born to go a lovin'<br />
A woman's born to weep and fret<br />
To stay at home and tend her oven<br />
And drown her past regrets<br />
In coffee and cigarettes<br />
I'm moody all the morning<br />
Mourning all the night<br />
And in between it's nicotine<br />
And not much hard to fight<br />
Black coffee<br />
Feelin' low as the ground<br />
It's driving me crazy just waiting for my baby<br />
To maybe come around<br />
Now a man is born to go a lovin'<br />
A woman's born to weep and fret<br />
To stay at home and tend her oven<br />
And drown her past regrets<br />
In coffee and cigarettes<br />
I'm moody all the morning<br />
Mourning all the night<br />
And in between it's nicotine<br />
And not much hard to fight<br />
Black coffee<br />
Feelin' low as the ground<br />
It's driving me crazy just waiting for my baby<br />
To maybe come around<br />
To maybe come around...