Black Coffee - Jane Morgan
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 Sunnday
In this weekday rue
I'm talking 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 hanging out on Monday
My Sunday dreams to dry
Now a man is born to go a lovin
A woman was born to weep and fret
And stay at home and teng 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
Comback home to me
