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    Bottomless Well

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    Добавлена 7 февраля 2013 пользователем Миша

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    (Shel Silverstein)
    They say there he sits in his big white wicker rocker
    Eatin' candy coated cashews sippin' orange lemonade
    While a sweet young thing fans the flies from off his eyebrows
    He's dozin' in the green catalpa shade
    Lord, they say that Jesse Langtree's got it made.
    A little bit south of the Okechobee
    There's a story that the swamp folks tell
    About a mean old man named Jesse Langtree
    And a sweet young maid and a bottomless well.
    That water's cold but that don't matter
    How deep it is no one can tell
    Just drop a stone you'll never hear it splatter
    It just falls down, down forever in the bottomless well.
    Through fifteen miles of snakes and gators
    With the raging fever and the trembling chills
    I wandered lost through the Okechobee
    And there I seen 'em sittin' there by the bottomless well.
    Yeah now there he sits in his big white wicker rocker
    Eatin' candy coated cashews sippin' orange lemonade
    While a sweet young thing fans the flies from off his eyebrows
    He's dozin' in the green catalpa shade
    Lord, they say that Jesse Langtree's got it made.
    (Oh let's hear it for Jesse now, hey Jesse.)
    I asked her for a drink of water
    And as Jesse slept me and her we talked a spell
    She said that she was his wife and daughter, Lord, Lord
    But his heart was cold, cold and dark as the bottomless well.
    And as he slept I bent to kiss her
    I heard a loud and jealous yell
    Felt my head explode in darkness two big hairy arms picked me up
    And dragged me to the bottomless well.
    I woke up in fear and trembling
    I was staring down into the jaws of hell
    As he held me high above his shoulders
    A gonna throw me down, down, down to the bottomless well.
    Now here I sit in Jesse's big white wicker rocker
    Eatin' his candy coated cashews sippin' his orange lemonade
    While that sweet young thing fans the flies from off my eyebrows
    I'm dozin' in the green catalpa shade
    Enjoying things that Jesse Langtree made.
    Oh, God bless you Jesse.
    Now some folks say that sweet thing pushed him
    But I was there and I'd swear he fell
    But it ain't murder cause he ain't dead cause he's still a fallin'
    Goin' down, down forever in the bottomless well.
    Goin' down, down, down, down, down, bye Jesse...
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