BLACK COFFEE Words & Music by Sonny Burke & Paul Francis Webster, 1948.
I'm feelin' mighty lonesome, haven't slept a wink. I walk the floor from nine to four. 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 talkin' to the shadow, one o'clock till four, And Lord, how slow the moments go when all I do is pour Black coffee since the blues caught my eye. I'm hangin' out on Monday, my Sunday dreams to dry.
BRIDGE: Now, man is born to come a-lovin', And a woman's born to weep and fret, To stay at home and tend her oven, And down her past regrets in coffee and cigarettes.
I'm moonin' all the mornin', moanin' all the night, And in between, it's nicotine, and not much heart to fight. Black coffee -- feelin' low as the ground. It's drivin' me crazy, this waitin' for my baby 'Til he come around, 'til he come around.