Introd.: I’m feelin’ mighty lonesome haven’t slept a wink I walk the floor and watch the door in between I drink Black coffee love’s a hand-me-down broom            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 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                    Bridge: Now man is born to come alovin’ And a woman’s born to weep and fret To stay at home and tend her oven And drown 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 waitin’ for my baby ’Til he come     around           ’til he come around