I´m feeling mightly lonesome
I haven´t slept a wink
I walked the floor and watched the door
And in between I drink
Black Coffee
With a little brandy in it
Love´s a hand made rum rue
I never know a sunday
In this weak day rue

I´m talking to the shadows
One o´clock to four
And Lord how slow the moments go
When all I do is pour
Black Coffee
Seems the blues caught my eye
I´m hanging out on monday
My sunday dreams to dry

I´m mourning all the morning
Morning or the night
And I between is nigger thing
And all I do is fight
Black Coffee
Feeling low as the ground
It´s driving crazy
This waiting for my baby
To maybe come around






Little.