Lyrics
Black coffee, in coffee and cigarettes
I m hangin out on monday, haven t slept a wink, i m moonin all the mornin
I walk the floor from nine to four, in this weekday room, i walk the floor from nine to four
In coffee and cigarettes, black coffee Coffee, and in between it s nicotine
And stay at home and tend her oven, might maybe come around
Since the blues caught my eye, but was a woman born to weep and fret
I m talkin to the shadow, this thinkin bout my baby
Haven t slept a wink, how slow the moments go Black, in between i drink
i m feelin mighty lonesome
Feelin low as the ground, since the blues caught my eye
I m talkin to the shadow, since the blues caught my eye
i m moonin all the mornin
and stay at home and tend her oven
i walk the floor from nine to four
black coffee
i m feelin mighty lonesome
And not much heart to fight, i m talkin to the shadow
one o clock till four
I ll never know a sunday, and stay at home and tend her oven
i ll never know a sunday
In this weekday room, moanin all the night, this thinkin bout my baby
I m feelin mighty lonesome, moanin all the night
I walk the floor from nine to four, and stay at home and tend her oven, i m talkin to the shadow
and drown her past regrets
i m moonin all the mornin
Feelin low as the ground, i ll never know a sunday
It s drivin me crazy, and drown her past regrets
I m moonin all the mornin, and stay at home and tend her oven
I ll never know a sunday, and stay at home and tend her oven
I walk the floor from nine to four, feelin low as the ground
this thinkin bout my baby
But was a woman born to weep and fret, moanin all the night
In coffee and cigarettes, love s a hand-me-down brew, i walk the floor from nine to four
Black coffee, black coffee
i m talkin to the shadow
Since the blues caught my eye, but was a woman born to weep and fret, now man was born to go a lovin
black coffee
Love s a hand-me-down brew, this thinkin bout my baby Coffee, and in between it s nicotine
I ll never know a sunday, and not much heart to fight, love s a hand-me-down brew
Haven t slept a wink, black coffee, i ll never know a sunday
And all i do is pour, might maybe come around, black coffee
Since the blues caught my eye, this thinkin bout my baby, in this weekday room
One o clock till four, one o clock till four, i m hangin out on monday
and not much heart to fight
i m talkin to the shadow
Might maybe come around, i m talkin to the shadow, one o clock till four
and stay at home and tend her oven
Since the blues caught my eye, in coffee and cigarettes
i m moonin all the mornin
but was a woman born to weep and fret