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 shadows One o`clock to four And Lord, how slow the moments go And all I do is pour Black coffee feelin` low as the ground 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