Black Coffee Songtext
von Carol Welsman
Black Coffee Songtext
I′m feelin' 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 one o′clock 'til four
And Lord, how slow the moments go
When all I do is pour black coffee
Since the blues caught my eye
I′m hangin' 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 moanin' all the morning
And moanin' all the night
And in between its nicotine
And not much heart to fight
Black coffee
Feelin′ low as the ground
It′s drivin' me crazy
This waitin′ for my baby
To someday maybe come around
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 moanin′ all the morning
And moanin' all the night
And in between its nicotine
And not much heart to fight
Black coffee
Feelin' low as the ground
It′s drivin′ me crazy
This waitin' for my baby
To someday maybe come around
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 one o′clock 'til four
And Lord, how slow the moments go
When all I do is pour black coffee
Since the blues caught my eye
I′m hangin' 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 moanin' all the morning
And moanin' all the night
And in between its nicotine
And not much heart to fight
Black coffee
Feelin′ low as the ground
It′s drivin' me crazy
This waitin′ for my baby
To someday maybe come around
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 moanin′ all the morning
And moanin' all the night
And in between its nicotine
And not much heart to fight
Black coffee
Feelin' low as the ground
It′s drivin′ me crazy
This waitin' for my baby
To someday maybe come around
Writer(s): Paul Francis Webster, Sonny Burke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com