(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.

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 dare intrude

His voice it trembles as he calls
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.
Your pleasure knows no limits

Your voice is like a lark
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.