Lyrics:

I'm feelin' mighty lonesomeHaven't slept a winkI walk the floor from nine to fourIn between I drinkBlack coffeeLove's a hand-me-down brewI'll never know a SundayIn this weekday roomI'm talkin to the shadowOne o'clock till fourAnd Lord, how slow the moments goAnd all I do is pourBlack coffeeSince the blues caught my eyeI'm hangin' out on MondayMy Sunday dreams to dryNow man was born to go a lovin'But was a woman born to weep and fretAnd stay at home and tend her ovenAnd down her past regretsIn coffee and cigarettesI'm moonin' all the mornin'Moanin' all the nightAnd in between it's nicotineAnd not much heart to fightBlack coffeeFeelin' low as the groundIt's drivin' me crazyThis thinkin' 'bout my babyMight maybe come aroundCome around