Introdução: 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