I’m feeling mighty lonesome
Haven’t slept a week
I walk the floor and watch that door
And in between I drink
Black coffee
Love’s a hand me down brew
I’ve 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