I'm feeling 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 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 man was born to go a loving
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 mooning all the morning
Moaning all the night
And in between it's nicotine
And not much heart to fight
Black coffee
Feeling low as the ground
It's driving me crazy
This thinking 'bout my baby
Might [bad word] around
Come around