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I'm feeling mighty lonesomeHaven't slept a winkI walk the floor and watch the doorAnd in between I drinkBlack coffeeLove's a hand me down brewI'll never know a SundayIn this weekday roomI'm talking to the shadowsfrom 1 o'clock til 4And lord, how slow the moments goWhen all I do is pourBlack coffeeSince the blues caught my eyeI'm hanging out on MondayMy Sunday dreams to dryNow a man is born to go a lovin'A woman's born to weep and fretTo stay at home and tend her ovenAnd drown her past regretsIn coffee and cigarettesI'm moaning all the morningand mourning all the nightLetras de cancionesAnd in between it's nicotineAnd not much heart to fightBlack coffeeFeelin' low as the groundIt's driving me crazy just waiting for my babyTo maybe come around... aroundI'm waiting for my babyTo maybe come aroundMy nerves have gone to piecesMy hair is turning grayAll I do is drink black coffeeSince my man's gone away From Letras Mania