I'm feeling mighty lonesomenHaven't slept a winknI walk the floor and watch that doornAnd in between I drinknBlack, black, black, black coffeenSince the blues caught my eyenI'm hanging out on MondaynMy Sunday, Sunday, Sunday dreams to drynnI'm talking to the shadowsnFrom one o'clock till fournAnd Lord, how slow the moments gonWhen all I do is pournBlack, black coffeenLove's a hand me down brewnI've never know a SundaynIn this weekday, weekday, weekday, weekday roomnnNow a man is born to go a lovin', lovin'...nA woman's born to weep and fretnAnd stay at home and tend her ovennAnd drown her past regretsnIn coffee and cigarettes, cigarettes, cigarettesnnI'm moaning all the morningnAnd mourning all the nightnAnd in between it's nicotinenAnd not much heart to fightnBlack coffeenFeelin' low as the groundnIt's driving me crazy, crazy, crazy, crazynJust waiting for my babynTo someday maybe, someday maybe come aroundnnMy nerves have gone to piecesnMy hair is turning graynAll I do is drink black coffeenSince my man's gone awaynnNow a man is born to go a lovin', lovin'...nA woman's born to weep and fretnAnd stay at home and tend her ovennAnd drown her past regretsnIn coffee and cigarettes, cigarettes, cigarettesnnI'm moaning all the morningnAnd mourning all the nightnAnd in between it's nicotinenAnd not much heart to fightnBlack coffeenFeelin' low as the groundnIt's driving me crazy, crazy, crazy, crazynJust waiting for my babynTo someday maybe, someday maybe, baby come aroundnCome around, baby come aroundnCome around, baby come aroundnCome around, come around