Black Coffee Songtext
von Grace Knight
Black Coffee Songtext
Feeling mighty lonesome
Haven′t slept a wink
I watch the door and walk the floor
And in between I drink
Black coffee
Love's a hand-me-down blues
Hanging out on Monday
In this weekday mood
I′m talking to the shadows
One o'clock to four
Lord, how slow the moments go
And all I do is pour
Black coffee
Feeling low as the ground
Hanging out on Monday
'Til Sunday comes around
Man was born for loving
Woman was born to weep and pray
She′ll stay home
Tend to her garden
And drown her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes
Mourning all the morning
Mourning all the night
In between it′s nicotine
And not much heart to fight
Black coffee
Love's a hand-me-down blues
It′s driving me crazy
I'm waiting for my baby
Baby to come around
Man was born for loving
Woman was born to weep and pray
She′ll stay home
Tend to her garden
And drown her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes
Mourning all the morning
Mourning 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
I'm waiting for my baby
Baby to come around
Haven′t slept a wink
I watch the door and walk the floor
And in between I drink
Black coffee
Love's a hand-me-down blues
Hanging out on Monday
In this weekday mood
I′m talking to the shadows
One o'clock to four
Lord, how slow the moments go
And all I do is pour
Black coffee
Feeling low as the ground
Hanging out on Monday
'Til Sunday comes around
Man was born for loving
Woman was born to weep and pray
She′ll stay home
Tend to her garden
And drown her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes
Mourning all the morning
Mourning all the night
In between it′s nicotine
And not much heart to fight
Black coffee
Love's a hand-me-down blues
It′s driving me crazy
I'm waiting for my baby
Baby to come around
Man was born for loving
Woman was born to weep and pray
She′ll stay home
Tend to her garden
And drown her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes
Mourning all the morning
Mourning 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
I'm waiting for my baby
Baby to come around
Writer(s): Paul Francis Webster, J. Francis Burke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

