I'm feeling mighty lonesome
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
I'll never know a Sunday in this weekday rue
Been talking to the shadows
One o'clock 'til four
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
You know a man is born to go a'loving
A woman's born to weep and fret
And stay at home to tend her oven
And drown her past regrets in coffee and cigarettes
I'm moonin' all the morning
Mourning all the night
And in between it's nicotine
And not much heart to fight
Black coffee, feeling low as the ground
I'm waiting for my baby
To maybe come around, come around
Come around, come around
Come around, come around
(Come around, come around)
(Come around, come around)
Black Coffee Video (MV)
Performed By: Joanne Weaver
Language: English
Length: 6:22
Written by: J Francis Burke, Paul Francis Webster
Joanne Weaver - Black Coffee Lyrics
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I'm feeling mighty lonesome
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
I'll never know a Sunday in this weekday rue
Been talking to the shadows
One o'clock 'til four
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
You know a man is born to go a'loving
A woman's born to weep and fret
And stay at home to tend her oven
And drown her past regrets in coffee and cigarettes
I'm moonin' all the morning
Mourning all the night
And in between it's nicotine
And not much heart to fight
Black coffee, feeling low as the ground
I'm waiting for my baby
To maybe come around, come around
Come around, come around
Come around, come around
(Come around, come around)
(Come around, come around)
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
I'll never know a Sunday in this weekday rue
Been talking to the shadows
One o'clock 'til four
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
You know a man is born to go a'loving
A woman's born to weep and fret
And stay at home to tend her oven
And drown her past regrets in coffee and cigarettes
I'm moonin' all the morning
Mourning all the night
And in between it's nicotine
And not much heart to fight
Black coffee, feeling low as the ground
I'm waiting for my baby
To maybe come around, come around
Come around, come around
Come around, come around
(Come around, come around)
(Come around, come around)
Writer: J Francis Burke, Paul Francis Webster
Copyright: Lyrics © Kanjian Music, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Kanjian Music, Universal Music Publishing Group