Bob Dylan

[Am] Your breath is sweet, your eyes are like

Two [G] jewels in the sky

[F] Your back is straight your hair is smooth

On the [E] pillow where you lie.

[Am] But I don't sense affection

No [G] gratitude or love.

[F] Your loyalty is not me but [E] to the stars above

[F] One more cup of coffee for the [E] road.

[F] One more cup of coffee 'fore I [E] go,

To the valley be-[Am]-low. [G][F][E]

Your [Am] daddy he's an outlaw

And a [G] wanderer by trade.

[F] He'll teach you how to pick an choose

And [E] how to throw the blade.

And he [Am] oversees his kingdom

So no [G] stranger can intrude.

[F] His voice it trembles as he calls out

For an-[E]-other plate of food.

[F] One more cup of coffee for the [E] road.

[F] One more cup of coffee 'fore I [E] go,

To the valley be-[Am]-low. [G][F][E]

Your [Am] sister sees the future

Like your [G] momma and yourself.

[F] You've never learned to read or write

There's no [E] books upon your shelf.

And your [Am] pleasure knows no limits

Your [G] voice is like a meadow lark.

[F] But your heart is like an ocean

Mys-[E]-terious and dark.

[F] One more cup of coffee for the [E] road.

[F] One more cup of coffee 'fore I [E] go,

To the valley be-[Am]-low. [G][F][E]