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 vally below.

    Your daddy he's an' outlaw
    An' a wanderer by trade
    He'll teach you how to pick an' choose
    An' 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 vally below.

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

    One more cup of coffee for the road
    One more cup of coffee 'fore i go
    To the vally below

     
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