One More Cup of Coffee
Bob Dylan and Jacques Levy
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Your Breath is sweet, your eyes are like Two | jewels in the sky. |
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Your back is straight your hair is smooth On the | pillow where you lie. |
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But I don't sense affection - No | gratitude or love. |
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Your loyalty is not me - But | to the stars above. |
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One more cup of coffee for the | road. |
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One more cup of coffee for I | go, | To the valley be | low. |
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 for 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. |
more cup of coffee for I go, To the valley below. |