Black Coffee - Sonny Burke, Paul Francis Webster

    I'm feelin' mighty lonesome
    Haven't slept a wink
    I walk the floor from nine to four
    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 talkin to the shadow
    One o'clock till four
    And Lord, how slow the moments go
    And all I do is pour
    Black coffee
    Since the blues caught my eye
    I'm hangin' out on Monday
    My Sunday dreams to dry

    Now man was born to go a lovin'
    But was a woman born to weep and fret
    And stay at home and tend her oven
    And down her past regrets
    In coffee and cigarettes

    I'm moonin' all the mornin'
    Moanin' 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 thinkin' 'bout my baby
    Might maybe come around
    Come around


    Marco Giunco
    Work Basket Music Words