Ella

I'm feelin' mightly 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 brew

I'll never know a Sunday

in this week day room.

I'm talking to the shadows

1 o'clock to 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 a man is born to go a lovin'

A woman's born to weep and fret

To stay at home and tend her lovin'

And drown her past regrets

in coffee and cigarettes.

I'm moonin' all the mornin'

mournin' all the night

and in between it's nicotine and not much heart to fight

Black coffee

Feelin' low as the ground,

it's drivin' me crazy, this waitin' for my baby

To maybe come around.

My nerves have gone to pieces

My hair is turnin' grey

All I do is drink black coffee,

Since my man's gone away.