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Im feelin mighty lonesome
Havent slept a wink
I walk the floor an watch the door
In between I drink
Black coffee
Loves a hand-me-down brew
Ill never know a Sunday
In this weekday room.
Been talkin to the shadows
One oclock til four
An Lord how slow the moments go
When all ya do is pour
Black coffee
Since the blues caught my eye
Im hangin out on Monday
My Sunday dreams to dry.
You know a man is born to love a woman
To work and slave to pay her debts
Just because hes only human
To drown his past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes.
Im moonin all the mornin
Mournin all the night
In between its nicotine
Not much heart to fight
Black coffee ...
Feelin low as the ground
Im waitin for my baby
To maybe come around.
Gonna drown my past regrets
In some coffee and a few cigarettes.
Im moonin all the mornin
Mournin all the night
In between its nicotine
And not much heart to fight
Black coffee
Feeling low as the ground
Its driving me crazy!
Just waitin for my baby
To maybe come around.
Please come around
Please come