One More Cup of Coffee (Bob Dylan)

 Your breath is sweet
 Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky
 Your back is straight your hair is smooth
 On the pillow where you lie
 But I don't sense affection
 No gratitude or love
 Your loyalty is not to me
 But to the stars above

 One more cup of coffee for the road
 One more cup of coffee 'fore I go.
 To the valley below.

 Your daddy he's an outlaw
 And a wanderer by trade
 He'll teach you how to pick and choose
 And how to throw the blade
 He oversees his kingdom
 So no stranger does intrude
 His voice it trembles as he calls out
 For another plate of food.

 One more cup of coffee for the road
 One more cup of coffee 'fore I go.
 To the valley below.

 Your sister sees the future
 Like your mama and yourself
 You've never learned to read or write
 There's no books upon your shelf
 And your pleasure knows no limits
 Your voice is like a meadowlark
 But your heart is like an ocean
 Mysterious and dark.

 One more cup of coffee for the road
 One more cup of coffee 'fore I go.
 To the valley below.

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