Claire Martin - Black Coffee lyrics

I'm feeling mighty lonesome Haven't slept a wink I walk the floor from nine to four And in between I drink Black coffee Love's a hand me down brew I'll never know a Sunday In this weekday room Well, I'm talking to the shadow On a 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 Now, man was born to go a-lovin' But was a woman born to weep and to fret? And stay at home and tend her oven And down her past regrets In coffee and cigarettes I'm moaning all the morning And I'm moaning all the night And in between it's nicotine And not much heart to fight Black coffee Feelin' low as the ground It's driving me crazy thinking 'bout my baby Might baby come around Baby, come around Moaning all the morning And I'm moaning all the night In between it's nicotine And not much heart to fight Black coffee Feelin' low as the ground It's driving me crazy thinking 'bout my baby Might baby come around? Might baby come around? Thinking 'bout my baby 'Bout my baby Might baby come around? Thinking 'bout my baby might come around