(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

But your pleasure knows no limits

Your voice is like a meadowlark

And 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