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Black Coffee
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
1 o'clock to 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 dream's too 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 moody all the morning
Mourning all the night
And in between it's nicotine
And not much hard to fight
Black coffee
Feelin' low as the ground
It's driving me crazy just waiting for my baby
To 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 moody all the morning
Mourning all the night
And in between it's nicotine
And not much hard to fight
Black coffee
Feelin' low as the ground
It's driving me crazy just waiting for my baby
To maybe come around
To maybe come around...
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To maybe come around...
To maybe come around
It's driving me crazy just waiting for my baby
Feelin' low as the ground
Black coffee
And not much hard to fight
And in between it's nicotine
Mourning all the night
I'm moody all the morning
In coffee and cigarettes
And drown her past regrets
To stay at home and tend her oven
A woman's born to weep and fret
Now a man is born to go a lovin'
To maybe come around
It's driving me crazy just waiting for my baby
Feelin' low as the ground
Black coffee
And not much hard to fight
And in between it's nicotine
Mourning all the night
I'm moody all the morning
In coffee and cigarettes
And drown her past regrets
To stay at home and tend her oven
A woman's born to weep and fret
Now a man is born to go a lovin'
My Sunday dream's too dry
I'm hanging out on Monday
Since the blues caught my eye
Black coffee
When all I do is pour
And Lord, how slow the moments go
1 o'clock to 4
I'm talking to the shadows
In this weekday room
I'll never know a Sunday
Love's a hand me down brew
Black coffee
And in between I drink
I walk the floor and watch the door
Haven't slept a wink
I'm feeling mighty lonesome
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