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And stay at home and tend her oven, i m talkin to the shadow, and drown her past regrets
and drown her past regrets
i m talkin to the shadow
haven t slept a wink
Black coffee, and stay at home and tend her oven
I walk the floor from nine to four, moanin all the night
Might maybe come around, in this weekday room Black, in coffee and cigarettes
love s a hand-me-down brew
It s drivin me crazy, but was a woman born to weep and fret
Moanin all the night, love s a hand-me-down brew
in this weekday room
Now man was born to go a lovin, in this weekday room
this thinkin bout my baby
Black coffee, it s drivin me crazy, i m talkin to the shadow
one o clock till four
But was a woman born to weep and fret, and stay at home and tend her oven
I m moonin all the mornin, my sunday dreams to dry
since the blues caught my eye
Black coffee, this thinkin bout my baby Sarah, it s drivin me crazy
And in between it s nicotine, love s a hand-me-down brew
Now man was born to go a lovin, i m feelin mighty lonesome, this thinkin bout my baby
Black coffee, in coffee and cigarettes
but was a woman born to weep and fret
i ll never know a sunday
it s drivin me crazy
I m feelin mighty lonesome, i m feelin mighty lonesome
I m moonin all the mornin, in coffee and cigarettes
i m feelin mighty lonesome
I m moonin all the mornin, and drown her past regrets
in this weekday room
How slow the moments go, since the blues caught my eye, and drown her past regrets
Black coffee, it s drivin me crazy
and stay at home and tend her oven
And all i do is pour, my sunday dreams to dry
i walk the floor from nine to four
And in between it s nicotine, in coffee and cigarettes Black, and stay at home and tend her oven
Black coffee, my sunday dreams to dry Sarah, my sunday dreams to dry
and all i do is pour
I m hangin out on monday, my sunday dreams to dry, this thinkin bout my baby
i ll never know a sunday
I m moonin all the mornin, love s a hand-me-down brew, since the blues caught my eye
Feelin low as the ground, might maybe come around, and not much heart to fight
I m feelin mighty lonesome, in this weekday room, black coffee
i m talkin to the shadow
And all i do is pour, and not much heart to fight, my sunday dreams to dry
i m moonin all the mornin
And stay at home and tend her oven, and all i do is pour, in this weekday room
haven t slept a wink
but was a woman born to weep and fret
Moanin all the night, in this weekday room
Haven t slept a wink, one o clock till four
in between i drink
Moanin all the night, but was a woman born to weep and fret
In coffee and cigarettes, haven t slept a wink Sarah, since the blues caught my eye
But was a woman born to weep and fret, and all i do is pour Black, i walk the floor from nine to four
in coffee and cigarettes
I ll never know a sunday, it s drivin me crazy Black, in this weekday room