Black Coffee Lyrics
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 talkin' to the shadows,
One o'clock to four,
And lord, how slow the moments go when all I do is pour
Since the blues caught my eye.
I'm hangin' 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 rend her oven,
And drown her past regrets in coffee and cigarettes!
I'm moonin' all the mornin' and mournin' all the night,
And in between it's nicotine and not much heart to fight
Feelin' low as the ground.
It's drivin' me crazy, this waitin' for my baby,
To maybe come a round.
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Songwriter(s): Tim Johnson, Paul Francis Webster, James Dean Hicks, J. Francis Burke, Sonny Burke
Publisher(s): Webster Music Co., On The Mantel Music, The Bigger They Are Music, Sondot Music Corp., BMG Rights Management (Ireland) Ltd.
Record Label(s): 1963 Reprise Records
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