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 dream's too dry

now, a man is born to go a-loving
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 inbetween, it's nicotine
and not much hard to fight
black coffee

feeling low as the ground
it's driving me crazy
just waiting for my baby
to [bad word] 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