Written by 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 me, but to the stars above
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee ‘fore I go
down the valley below
Your daddy he’s an outlaw and a wanderer by trade
He’ll teach you how to pick an choose and how to throw the blade,
and 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
down the valley below
Your sister sees the future like your momma and yourself
You’ve never learned to read or write. There’s no books upon your shelf
and your pleasure know no limits. Your voice is like a meadow lark,
but your heart is like an ocean, mysterious and dark
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