"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 bet that Lee Krasner did her fair share of staying home and tendin' her lovin', trying to get Jackson Pollock to dry out and get off the booze. (Sadly, it was a battle she lost.) Peggy Lee does a simply knock-out version of this song, a bluesy, caffeine-y sort of ballad. What is it about old coffee cans that makes you want to just keep them around for stuff? They can hold paintbrushes, paint - and they always look cool and sort of edgy.....just like Peggy's voice... or a Pollock's paintings.
CHORUS
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 weekday 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.
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