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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 Of one o'clock before And Lord how slow the months ago When all I do is pour Black coffee Since the blues caught my eye I'm hanging out on the move My Sunday dreams to dry Now a man is born to go lovin' A woman's born to weep and fret To stay home and tend her oven And drown her past regrets In coffee and cigarettes I'm leavin' on the mornin' Mournin' all the night And in between, it's 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 maybe come around To maybe come around Pour me black coffee And I'll come around
