Nhạc sĩ: Paul Francis Webster, Sonny Burke
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I'm feeling mighty lonesome Heaven's left a wink I walk the floor and watch the door In between I drink black coffee Love's a hand-me-down brew I never know what someday In this week they rue 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 too dry No man is born to go on loving A woman's born to weep and fret To stay at home and take her own flight And drown her past regrets In coffee and cigarettes I'm mourning all the morning And mourning all the night And in between is nicotine Not much heart to find black coffee Feeling low as the ground It's driving me crazy Just waiting for my baby To maybe come around I'm hanging out on Monday My Sunday dreams too dry No man is born to go on loving A woman's born to weep and fret To stay at home and take her own flight Instrumental No man is born to go on loving A woman's born to weep and fret To stay at home and take her own flight And drown her past regrets In coffee and cigarettes I'm mourning all the morning And mourning all the night And in between is nicotine Not much heart to find black coffee Feeling low as the ground It's driving me crazy Just waiting for my baby To maybe come around Instrumental Instrumental