Karaoké One More Cup of Coffee (Valley Below) Bob Dylan

Your breath is sweet and weak

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

And your pleasure knows no limits

Your voice is like a meadowlark

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