Lyrics：P.F.Webster/S.Burke Music：P.F.Webster/S.Burke 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 hand me down broom I'll never know a Sunday In this weekday room I'm talkin' to the shadows One o'clock till four And Lord, how slow the moments go When 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 a man is born to go a lovin' A woman's born to weep and fret To stay at home and tend her over And drown het past regrets in coffee and cigarettes! I'm moanin' all the mornin' And 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 waiting for my baby To maybe come around
Lyrics：P.F.Webster/S.Burke Music：P.F.Webster/S.Burke 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 hand me down broom I'll never know a Sunday In this weekday room I'm talkin' to the shadows One o'clock till four And Lord, how slow the moments go When 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 a man is born to go a lovin' A woman's born to weep and fret To stay at home and tend her over And drown het past regrets in coffee and cigarettes! I'm moanin' all the mornin' And 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 waiting for my baby To maybe come around
