Black Coffee

Written by： J. Francis Burke/Sonny Burke/Paul Francis Webster

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

One o'clock to four

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 moody all the morning
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

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 moody all the morning
Mourning all the night

And in between it's nicotine

And not much heart to fight
Black coffee

Sitting blue on the ground

It's driving me crazy just waiting for my baby

To maybe come around

It's driving me crazy just waiting for my baby

To maybe come around

Black coffee