I’m feeling mighty lonesome, Haven’t slept a wink.
I walk the floor from nine to four
In between I drink
Love’s a hand-me-down brew.
I’ll never know a Sunday
In this weekday room.
I’m talkin to the shadow
One o’clock till four.
And Lord, how slow the moments go
And all I do is pour, Black coffee
Since the blues caught my eye.
I’m hangin’ out on Monday
My Sunday dreams to dry.
Now man was born to go a loving
But was a woman born to weep and fret.
And stay at home and tend her oven, And down her past regrets, In coffee and cigarettes.
I’m mooning all the morning
Moaning 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 thinkin’ ’bout my baby.
Might maybe come around