Black Coffee
Peggy Lee Lyrics


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I'm feelin' mighty 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 talkin' to the shadows
One o'clock 'til 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 was born to go a lovin'
But was a woman born to weep and fret
To stay at home and tend her oven
And down 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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Peggy Lee's song "Black Coffee" depict the emotions of a woman who is feeling lonely and is dealing with heartbreak. She is unable to sleep and spends her time pacing and drinking black coffee. The lyrics suggest that she suffers from a case of the blues and feels that she is stuck in a weekday room unable to experience the joys of a Sunday.


The woman talks to shadows and spends her time pouring black coffee which symbolizes her sadness and inability to move on from her past trauma. She is caught up in the blues and her Sunday dreams regularly get shattered by the reality that is life. The lyrics also highlight the difference between men and women's experiences of love. While men are born to go out there and love, women are born to weep and fret. They are expected to stay at home and tend to their ovens and deal with their past regrets through coffee and cigarettes.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm feelin' mighty lonesome
I am experiencing intense loneliness.


Haven't slept a wink
I haven't slept at all.


I walk the floor and watch the door
I am pacing and keeping an eye on the door.


And in between I drink
To pass the time, I drink something.


Black coffee
The drink I am consuming is black coffee.


Love's a hand-me-down brew
Love is something I inherited from others.


I'll never know a Sunday
I will never experience a relaxing, carefree Sunday.


In this weekday room
I am trapped in this room on an ordinary day.


I'm talkin' to the shadows
I am having conversations with the shadows on the wall.


One o'clock 'til four
I am talking to the shadows from 1am until 4am.


And Lord, how slow the moments go
I feel like time is passing slowly.


When all I do is pour
I am only pouring myself more coffee.


Since the blues caught my eye
Ever since I became sad, I have been doing this.


I'm hangin' out on Monday
I am spending my boring weekday doing this.


My Sunday dreams to dry
I am waiting for my unfulfilled weekend desires to wither away.


Now man was born to go a lovin'
Men were made to experience love.


But was a woman born to weep and fret
Is it a woman's destiny to cry and worry?


To stay at home and tend her oven
Is it necessary for a woman to be a homemaker?


And down her past regrets
And to continue to dwell on her mistakes from the past.


In coffee and cigarettes
All while consuming coffee and cigarettes.


I'm moonin' all the mornin'
I'm spending my mornings brooding.


Moanin' all the night
And my nights are filled with groaning.


And in between it's nicotine
During the in-between times, I am smoking cigarettes.


And not much heart to fight
I lack the motivation to put up a fight.


Feelin' low as the ground
I am feeling extremely down.


It's drivin' me crazy
This feeling is causing me to lose my sanity.


This waitin' for my baby
I am waiting for my loved one to arrive.


To maybe come around
To possibly return to me.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: J Francis Burke, Paul Francis Webster

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Anonymous


on Why Don't You Do Right (Get Me Some Money Too)

Why Don't You Do Right - Casey Abrams - Lyrics
You had plenty money 1922
You let other women make a fool of you
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?

Get out of here and get me some money too?
You're sitting there wondering what it's all about
You ain't got no money, they will throw you out
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too?

Musical Interlude

You had plenty money 1922
You let other women make a fool of you
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too?
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?

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