Black Coffee Lyrics - Singles - Claire Martin

I'm feeling mighty lonesome 

Haven't slept a wink 

I walk the floor from nine to four 

And in between I drink 

Black coffee 

Love's a hand me down brew 

I'll never know a Sunday 

In this weekday room 

Well, I'm talking to the shadow 

On a clock 'til four 

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, man was born to go a-lovin' 

But was a woman born to weep and to fret? 

And stay at home and tend her oven 

And down her past regrets 

In coffee and cigarettes 

I'm moaning all the morning 

And I'm moaning all the night 

And in between it's nicotine 

And not much heart to fight 

Black coffee 

Feelin' low as the ground 

It's driving me crazy thinking 'bout my baby 

Might baby come around 

Baby, come around 

Moaning all the morning 

And I'm moaning all the night 

In between it's nicotine 

And not much heart to fight 

Black coffee 

Feelin' low as the ground 

It's driving me crazy thinking 'bout my baby 

Might baby come around? 

Might baby come around? 

Thinking 'bout my baby 

'Bout my baby 

Might baby come around? 

Thinking 'bout my baby might come around