Black Coffee

I'm feeling mighty lonesome Haven't slept a wink I walk the floor I watch the door And 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 talking to the shadows 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 Now man is born to go a-lovin' And 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 moaning all the morning Mourning all the night And in-between it's nicotine And not much heart to fight Oh, coffee Feeling low as the ground It's driving me crazy, this Waitin' for my baby To maybe come around