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 shadows One o'clock to four And Lord, how slow the moments go And all I do is pour Black coffee feelin' low as the ground 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 (F. Webb - J. F. Burke)