Your breath is sweet and weak
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 no 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 foodOne more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley belowYour sister sees the future
Like your mother and yourself
You don't know how to read and write
There's no books upon your shelf.
But your pleasure knows no limits
And your voice is like a meadowlark
Your heart is like the ocean
Mysterious and darkOne more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below
Songwriters
BOB DYLAN, DYLAN BOBPublished by
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