Black Coffee

(альбом: Around Midnight - 1960)

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
Love's a hand-me-down brew
I'll never know a Sunday
In this weekday room

I'm talking to the shadows
Of one o'clock before
And Lord how slow the months ago
When all I do is pour
Black coffee
Since the blues caught my eye
I'm hanging out on the move
My Sunday dreams to dry

Now a man is born to go loving
A woman's born to weep and fret
To stay home and tend her oven
And drown her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes

I'm leaving on the morning
Mourning 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
To maybe come around
To maybe come around
Pour me black coffee
And I'll come around