(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   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   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 mama and yourself   You've never learned to read or write   There's no books upon your shelf   But your pleasure knows no limits   Your voice is like a meadowlark   And 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