Black Coffee - Mary Coughlan
Written by：J.F. Burke/P.F. Webster
I'm feeling kindly lonesome
I haven't slept a wink
I walk the floor
And watch the door
And in between I drink
Black coffee
Love's a hand me down brew
Have never known a Sunday
In this weekday room
I'm talking to the shadows
One o'clock 'til for
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 was born
To go will lovin'
An woman's born
To weep and fret
To stay at home
And tend her oven
And drown her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes
I'm moaning all morning
And morning all night long
And in between it's nicotine
And not much hearts to fights
Black coffee
Feelin' low as the grounds
It's driving me crazy
Just waiting for my baby
To maybe come around
Now a man is born
To go will lovin'
An woman's born
To weep and fresh
To stay at home
And tend her oven
And drown her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes
I'm moaning all morning
And morning all the night
And in between it's nicotine
And not much hearts to fights
Black coffee
Feelin' low as the grounds
It's driving me crazy
Just waiting for my baby
To maybe come around