Black Coffee

I left New York City heading south on 95
 I left New York City heading south on 95
 I was drinking black coffee, Lord, just to stay alive
 I was thinking 'bout you all the way around DC town
 I was thinking 'bout you all the way around DC town
 I was drinking black coffee, Lord, I was slugging it down
 When I hit Greenville it must have been four AM
 When I hit Greenville it must have been four AM
 Black coffee had me shaking like a leaf out on a limb
 Black coffee
 Knocked on your door in Atlanta as the sun was coming up
 Knocked on your door in Atlanta as the sun was coming up
 You said, "How 'bout some coffee?"
 I said, "Yeah, but just one cup."
 Black coffee
 Yeah, black coffee
 Black coffee
 Yeah, black coffee
 Black coffee, yeah
 That's right