Im feeling mighty lonesome
Havent slept a wink
I walk the floor and watch the door
And in between I drink , black coffee

Loves a hand - me - down brew
Ill never know a Sunday
in this weekday room

Im talking to the shadows
one oclock till four
And Lord how slow the moments go
When all I do is pour black coffee

Since the blues caught my eyes
Im hanging out on Monday
my Sunday dreams to dry

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

Im moaning all the morning
moaning all the night
And in between its nicotine
And not much heart to fight
Black coffee , feeling low as the ground

Its driving me crazy
This waiting for my baby

To maybe come around
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