Black Coffee

I'm feeling mighty lonesome
Haven't slept a wink
I walk the floor from nine to four
In between I drink
Black coffee
Love's a hand-me-down brew
I'll never know a Sunday in this weekday room

I'm talking to the shadows
One o'clock till 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 man is born to come a-loving
And a woman's born to weep and fret
To stay at home and tend her oven
And down her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes

I'm moaning all the morning
Moaning all the night
And in between it's nicotine
And not much heart to fight
Black coffee
Feeling low as the ground
It's driving me crazy
This waiting for my baby
Till he come around, till he come around