One More Cup Of Coffee
Your breath is sweet, your eyes are likeTwo jewels in the skyYour back is straight your hair is smoothOn the pillow where you lie.But I don't sense affectionNo gratitude or love.Your loyalty is not to me but to the stars above
Chourus :One more cup of coffee for the road.One more cup of coffee for I go,To the valley below.
Your daddy he's an outlawAnd a wanderer by trade.He'll teach you how to pick and chooseAnd how to throw the blade.And he oversees his kingdomSo no stranger does intrude.His voice it trembles as he calls outFor another plate of food
Your sister sees the futureLike your momma and yourself.You've never learned to read or writeThere's no books upon your shelf.And your pleasure knows no limitsYour voice is like a meadow lark's.But your heart is like an oceanMysterious and dark.