your hair is smooth But ı dont sense affection No gratitude or love Your loyalt is not to me But to the stars above
One more cup of coffee for the road One more cup of coffeefore I go To the valley below
You daddy hes an outlaw And a wanderer by trade Hell teach you how to pick and choose And how to throw the blade He voice it trembles as he calls out For another plate of food
You sister sees the future Like your mama and yourself Youve never learned to read or write Theres 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