(Bob Dylan) Your breath is sweet Your eyes are like two j**els 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