I'm feeling mighty lonesome Haven't slept a wink I walk the floor and watch the door And 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 talking to the shadows from 1 o'clock til 4 And lord, how slow the moments go When all I do is pour Black coffee Since the blues caught my eye I'm hanging 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 oven