your breath is sweet and weak 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 dont sense affection no gratitude no love your loyalty is not to me but to the stars above one more cup of coffee for the raod one more cup of coffee 'fore i go to the valley below your daddy hes an outlaw and a wanderer by trade he teach you how to pick and choose and how to throw the blame he oversees his kingdom so no stranger does him true his voice it trembles as he calls out for another plate of food one more cup of coffee for the raod one more cup of coffee 'fore i go to the valley below your sister sees the future like your mother and yourself you dont know howto read or write theres no books upon your shelf And your pleasure knows no limits Your voice is like a meadow lark your heart is like an ocean mysterious and dark one more cup of coffee for the raod one more cup of coffee 'fore i go to the valley below