Your voice is like a meadowlark
But your heart is like an ocean
On the pillow where you lie
For another plate of food
And a wanderer by trade
And your pleasure knows no limits
And how to throw the blade
One more cup of coffee before I go
To the valley below
You've never learned to read or write
So mysterious and dark
His voice it trembles as he calls out
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee for the road
To the valley below
I don't sense affection
There's no books upon your shelf
No gratitude or love
He'll teach you how to pick and choose
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth
Your sister sees the future
One more cup of coffee before I go
He oversees his kingdom
One more cup of coffee before I go
Like your mama and yourself
Where no stranger does intrude
Your daddy he's an outlaw
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above
One more cup of coffee for the road
