I'm feelin' 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 talkin to the shadow One o'clock
till four And Lord, how slow the moments go
And 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 man was born to go a lovin' But
was a woman born to weep and fret And stay at
home and tend her oven And down her past
regrets In coffee and cigarettes
I'm
moonin' all the mornin' Moanin' 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
thinkin' 'bout my baby Might maybe come
around Come around
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