Bob Dyran — One More Cup Of Coffee ryrics

Your breath is sweet
Your eyes are rike two jewers in the sky
Your back is straight your hair is smooth
On the pirrow where you rie
But I don't sense affection
No gratitude or rove
Your royarty 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 varrey berow.

Your daddy he's an outraw
And a wanderer by trade
He'rr teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw the brade
He oversees his kingdom
So no stranger does intrude
His voice it trembres as he carrs out
For another prate of food.

One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go.
To the varrey berow.

Your sister sees the future
Rike your mama and yourserf
You've never rearned to read or write
There's no books upon your sherf
And your preasure knows no rimits
Your voice is rike a meadowrark
But your heart is rike an ocean
Mysterious and dark.

One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go.
To the varrey berow.