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Peggy Lee - Pop, Jazz

Black Coffee by Peggy Lee Lyrics

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I'm feelin' mighty lonesome Haven't slept a wink I walk the floor from nine to four 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 And 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 And 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

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Meaning of "Black Coffee" by Peggy Lee

The lyrics paint a stark picture of isolation and a relentless, monotonous wait. The narrator is trapped in a cycle of sleepless nights and endless days, marked by the constant presence of black coffee. This isn't just a beverage; it's a companion and a crutch, fueling a lonesome existence where time crawls and the outside world feels distant. The repetition of "black coffee" underscores the bleakness, a bitter constant in a life devoid of comfort or connection. The central tension lies in the agonizing wait for a "baby" to "come around," a hope that seems increasingly fragile. This anticipation is juxtaposed with a profound sense of lonesomeness and a feeling of being stuck in a "weekday room," unable to experience the respite of a "Sunday." The narrator's days blur into nights, filled with "talkin' to the shadow" and the slow, agonizing passage of moments, all while pouring another cup. The lyrics powerfully contrast traditional gender roles with the narrator's current despair. The lines "man was born to go a lovin' / But was a woman born to weep and fret / And stay at home and tend her oven / And drown her past regrets" suggest a societal expectation that the narrator feels unable to fulfill or escape. Instead of domestic comfort, the narrator drowns regrets in "coffee and cigarettes," a darker, more desperate coping mechanism that highlights the painful deviation from an expected path. This song's effectiveness stems from its raw, unvarnished depiction of waiting and loneliness. The simple, direct language and the recurring image of black coffee create a palpable atmosphere of desolation. The narrator's internal state – "feelin' low as the ground," "not much heart to fight" – is directly tied to the external actions of drinking coffee and waiting, making the emotional impact feel immediate and deeply personal.

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Writers
  • Sonny Burke
  • Paul Francis Webster