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
No 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 teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw the blame
He oversees his kingdom
So no stranger does him true
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 mother and yourself
You don't know how to read or write
There's no books upon your shelf
And your pleasure knows no limits
Your voice is like a meadow lark
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

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Bob Dylan