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One more cup of coffee - 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 bur 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 trambles 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 no future like your mama and yourself
You've never learned to read or write ther's no books upon your shelf
And your pleasure knows no litims your voice is like a meadow lark
But your heart is like an ocaen mysterious and dark

One more cup of coffe for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below