I'm feeling mighty lonesome Haven't slept a wink I watch the door and walk the floor And in between I drink Black Coffee, yeah Love's a hand me down brew And I'll never know a Sunday In this weekday room And I'm talking to the shadows one o'clock till four I know how slow the moments go 'Cause all I do is pour Black Coffee, yeah Since the blues they caught my eye And I'm hanging out on Monday My Sunday dream's too dry Now a man is born to go a-lovin' A woman's born to weep and to fret To stay at home and tend to her oven Drowning her past regrets In coffee and cigarettes I'm moody all the morning Mourning all the night And in between well it's nicotine And not much hard to fight Black Coffee I am feelin' low as the ground It's driving me crazy waiting on my baby To maybe he will, maybe he will come around Now a man is born to go a-lovin' A woman's born to weep and to fret Just to stay at home and tend to her oven Drowning her past regrets In coffee and cigarettes But I'm moody all the morning Mourning all the night And in between well it's nicotine And not much hard to fight Black Coffee I am feelin' low as the ground It's driving me crazy waiting on my baby To maybe he will, maybe he will come around Yes it's driving me crazy waiting on my man To come around