Song Description

Jazz standard

Lyrics

I'm feeling rather lonesome
Haven't slept a wink,
I walk the floor from 9 to 4 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 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.

If man was born to go lovin, was a woman born to weep and fret?
And stay at home to tend her oven,
While drowning her past regrets in coffee and cigarettes.

I'm mourning all the morning and moaning all the night,
In between it's nicotine and not much heart to fight,
Black coffee, feeling low as the ground,
It's driving me crazy,
Just thinking that my baby, might maybe come around.