Black Coffee
Lyrics：P.F.Webster/S.Burke Music：P.F.Webster/S.Burke
Im feelinmighty lonesome,
havent slept a wink
I walk the floor and watch
the door and in between
I drink black coffee
Loves hand me down broom
Ill never know a Sunday
In this weekday room
Im talkin to the shadows
One oclock till four
And Lord, how slow
the moments go
When all I do is pour
black coffee
Since the blues caught my eye
Im hanginout on Monday
my Sunday dreams to dry
Now a man is born to go a lovin
A womans born to weep and fret
To stay at home and
tend her over
And drown het past regrets
in coffee and cigarettes!
Im moanin all the mornin
And mournin all the night
And in between its nicotine
And not much heart to fight
black coffee
Feelinlow as the ground
Its drivin me crazy
This waiting for my baby
To maybe come around