Bob Dylan – One More Cup Of Coffee: Lyrics and Music Video
One More Cup Of Coffee Lyrics
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
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
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
To 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 larks
But 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
To the valley below
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