Julie London

I’m feelin’ mightly lonesome,Haven’t slept a wink,I walk the floor and watch the doorand in between I drink…..Black coffee,Love’s a hand me down brewI’ll never know a Sundayin this week day room.I’m talking to the shadows1 o’clock to four,and lord how slow the moments gowhen all I do is pourBlack coffeeSince 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 fretTo stay at home and tend her ovenAnd drown her past regretsin coffee and cigarettes.I’m moonin’ all the mornin’mournin’ all the nightand in between it’s nicotine and not much heart to fightBlack coffeeFeelin’ low as the ground,it’s drivin’ me crazy, this waitin’ for my babyTo maybe come around.My nerves have gone to piecesMy hair is turnin’ greyAll I do is drink black coffee,Since my man’s gone away.