i´m feelin´ mighty lonesome
haven´t slept a wink
i walk the floor from nine to four
in between i drink
black coffee
love´s a hand-me-down brew
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
and 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 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

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 thinkin´ ´bout my baby
might maybe come around
come around