One More Cup of Coffee (Valley Below) [Live at Nippon Budokan Hall, Tokyo, Japan - February/March 1978]

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
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 for the road
One more cup of coffee for the road 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
She 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 before I go to the valley below

Thank you