Bob Dylan 💖

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.
But 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 'fore I go
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.
You've 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 'fore I go
To the valley below.

One more cup of coffee for the road, Bob Dylan

Outlaw's Last Stand
Lyrics By: Thomas W. Peterson AKA RedHeart 
©COPYRIGHT 12–1-2025 All Rights Reserved © 


[Intro: Gritty electric guitar riff, steady train-beat drums kick in]

[Verse 1]
Once I rode the wild roads
Once I chased the sun
But now the shadows linger
And the battles weigh a ton

[Chorus]
THAT’S WHEN I RAISE MY BOTTLE!
THAT’S WHEN THE PAST COMES BACK TO STAY!
These sorry eyes don’t beg—they just watch another day burn away

[Verse 2]
The neon sign flickers
On a name I used to know
My boots track dust and whiskey
Where the good times used to go

[Chorus]
THAT’S WHEN I RAISE MY BOTTLE!
THAT’S WHEN THE PAST COMES BACK TO STAY!
These sorry eyes don’t beg—they just watch another day burn away

[Inst: Raw Telecaster solo over driving train beat, slight amp grit]

[Bridge]
You can call it ruin
Call it sin or shame
But I wore this coat of silence
Long before you knew my name

[Guitar Solo: Aggressive bends and gritty sustain, drums lock tight]

[Chorus]
THAT’S WHEN I RAISE MY BOTTLE!
THAT’S WHEN THE PAST COMES BACK TO STAY!
These sorry eyes don’t beg—they just watch another day burn away

[Outro: Drums fade slowly, guitar plays final unresolved riff, amp hum lingers]
Sorry eyes...
Yeah... still lookin’...

Outlaw Country, gritty electric guitar, steady train-beat drums, soulful tone, defiant, authentic, moderate groove, rough-edged male vocals, raw production

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