Black Coffee-Gordon Jenkins

Black Coffee - Gordon Jenkins 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 From 1 o'clock til 4 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 moaning all the morning And 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... around I'm waiting for my baby To maybe come 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