your breath is sweet and weak
your eyes are like
two j**els in the sky
your back is straight
your hair is smooth on the pillow where you lie
but i dont sense affection
no gratitude
no love
your loyalty is not to me but
to the stars above
one more cup of coffee
for the raod
one more cup of coffee
'fore i go
to the valley below
your daddy hes 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 raod
one more cup of coffee
'fore i go
to the valley below
your sister sees the future
like your mother and yourself
you dont know howto read or write
theres 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 raod
one more cup of coffee
'fore i go
to the valley below