Black Coffee

(The Intimate Ella)
Im feeling mighty lonesome
Havent slept a wink
I walk the floor and watch the door
And in between I drink
Black Coffee
Loves a hand me down brew
Ill never know a Sunday
In this weekday room
Im talking to the shadows
1 oclock to 4
And Lord, how slow the moments go
When all I do is pour
Black Coffee
Since the blues caught my eye
Im hanging out on Monday
My Sunday dreams too dry
Now a man is born to go a lovin
A womans born to weep and fret
To stay at home and tend her oven
And drown her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes
Im moody all the morning
Mourning all the night
And in between its nicotine
And not much hard to fight
Black Coffee
Feelin low as the ground
Its driving me crazy just 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 mans gone away