Im feelin mighty lonesome
Havent slept a wink
I walk the floor from nine to four
In between I drink
Black coffee
Loves a hand-me-down brew
Ill never know a sunday
In this weekday room

Im talkin to the shadow
One oclock till four
And lord, how slow the moments go
And all I do is pour
Black coffee
Since the blues caught my eye
Im 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

Im moonin all the mornin
Moanin all the night
And in between its nicotine
And not much heart to fight
Black coffee
Feelin low as the ground
Its drivin me crazy
This thinkin bout my baby
Might maybe come around
Come around