歌詞
I'm feeling mighty lonesome
Haven't slept a wink
I walk the floor and watch the door
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 talking to the shadow
One o'clock to four
And Lord, how slow the moments go
And all I do is pour
Black coffee
Since the blues caught my eye
I'm hanging out on Monday
My Sunday dream's too dry
Now man is born to come a loving
And a woman's born to weep and fret
To stay at home and tend her oven
And down her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes
I'm mourning all the morning
Mourning all the night
And in between, it's nicotine
And not much hard to fight
Black coffee
Feeling low as the ground
It's driving me crazy this waiting for my baby
'Til he come around
I'm talking to the shadow
One o'clock to four
And Lord, how slow the moments go
And all I do is pour
Black coffee
Since the blues caught my eye
I'm hanging out on Monday
My Sunday dream's too dry
Now man is born to come a loving
And a woman's born to weep and fret
To stay at home and tend her oven
And down her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes
I'm mourning all the morning
Mourning all the night
And in between, it's nicotine
And not much hard to fight
Black coffee
Feeling low as the ground
It's driving me crazy this waiting for my baby
'Til he come around
'Til he come around
'Til he come around
'Til he come around, mm
'Til he come around
