Black coffee

I'm feeling mighty lonesome

Haven't slept a wink

I walk the floor and watch the door

And in between I drink

Black coffee

Love's a hand me down brew

I've never know a Sunday

In this weekday rule

I'm talking to the shadows from 1 o'clock til 4

And lord, how slow the moments go

When all I do is pour Black coffee

Since the blues caught my eye I'm hanging out on Monday

My Sunday dreams to dry

Now a man is born to go a lovin'

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 mooning all the morning and mourning all the night

And in between it's nicotine And not much heart to fight

Black coffee Feelin' low as the ground It's driving me crazy just waiting for my baby

To maybe come around... around I'm waiting for my baby

To maybe come around My nerves have gone to pieces

My hair is turning gray

All I do is drink black coffee

Since my man's gone away

Burke/Webster

Move over, move over, yeah you heard what I said, move over.

I feel so lonely, haven't slept a wink. I walk the floor, and watch the door.

And in between I drink black coffee.

Love's a hand-me-down brew. I never know why Sunday in this weekday brew?

I'm talking to the shadows, 1 o'clock till 4 And Lord how slow the moments go.

All I do is pour black coffee.

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