"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."
What is it about old coffee cans that makes artists want keep them around for stuff? They can hold paintbrushes, paint... visit the homestead of Jackson Pollock and you will see the ones he used. Lee Krasner, artist and wife to Pollock certainly must have done a good amount of "staying home and tendin' her lovin," trying to dry Jackson out and quit the booze. (Sadly, she lost the battle.) Peggy Lee does a simply knock-out version of this song, a bluesy, caffeine-y, swinging ballad. Her voice is modern, cool and edgy similar to one of 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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