I'm feelin' mighty lonesome, haven't slept a wink
I walk the floor and watch the door, 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 shadow 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 hangin' out on Monday my Sunday dreams to dry
Bridge
Now man is born to come alovin'
And a woman's born to weep and fret
To stay at home and tend her oven
And drown 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 waitin' for my baby
'Til he come around, 'til he come around