Female version:
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 broom.
I’ll never know a Sunday in this weekday room.
I’m talking to the shadows one o’clock to four.
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 a man is born to go a-lovin’,
A woman’s born to weep and fret.
To stay at home and tend her oven,
And drown her past regrets in coffee and cigarettes.
I’m moonin’ all the morning, and mournin’ all the night,
And in between it’s nicotine and not much heart to fight
Black coffee. Feeling low as the ground, it’s driving me crazy,
This waiting for my baby to maybe come around.

Male Version:
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.
Since my gal went away my nerves have gone to pieces
And my hair’s turnin’ gray.
I’m talking to the shadows one o’clock to four.
Lord, how slow the moments go
When all I do is pour black coffee.
Love’s a sorry affair.
I know where all the blues are, ’cause, baby, I’ve been there.

Now a man is born to love a woman,
To work and slave to pay her debts.
And just because he’s only human,
To drown his past regrets in coffee and cigarettes.
I’m moonin’ all the morning and mournin’ all the night,
And in between it’s nicotine and not much heart to fight
Black coffee. Feeling low as can be, it’s driving me crazy,
This waiting for my baby to come back home to me.