I'm Feelin' Mighty Lonesome

Haven't Slept A Wink

I Walk The Floor And Watch The Door

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 Talkin To The Shadow

One O'clock Till Four

And Lord, How Slow The Moments Go

When 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 Is Born To Go A Lovin'

A Woman's Born To Weep And Fret

To Stay At Home And Tend Her Oven

And Drown Her Past Regrets

In Coffee And Cigarettes



I'm Moonin' All The Mornin'

Moanin' 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

To Maybe Come Around



Pour Me Black Coffee

And I'll Come Around