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 'fore
I go 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 |
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