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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'll never know a Sunday
In this weekday room

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 moaning 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
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'll never know a Sunday   In this weekday room      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 moaning 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
 
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