black coffee

i'm feelin1 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, never know a sunday, in this weekday rue, 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