| I'm feelin' 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 broom. |
| I'll never know a Sunday |
| In this weekday room. |
| I'm talkin' 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 hangin' 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 over |
| And drown her past regrets |
| In coffee and cigarettes! |
| I'm moonin' all the mornin' |
| And 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 waiting for my baby |
| To maybe come around. |
| |
| 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. |
| Since my gal went away, |
| My nerves have gone to pieces |
| And my hair's turnin' gray. |
| I'm talkin' to the shadows, |
| one o'clock to four. |
| And Lord, how slow |
| The moments go |
| When all I do is |
| Pour black coffee. |
| Love's a sorry affair. |
| I know where all the blues are |
| 'Cause baby, I've been there. |
| |
| Now a man is born to |
| Love a woman, |
| To work and slave to |
| Pay her debts. |
| And just because |
| He's only human, |
| To drown his past regrets |
| In coffee and cigarettes. |
| I'm moonin' all the mornin' |
| And 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 waiting for my baby |
| To maybe come around. |
