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BOTTOMLESS WELL (Shel Silverstein) Bobby Bare - 1973 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 a 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' his candy coated cashews, sippin' orange lemonade While that sweet young thing fans the flies from off his eyebrows He's dozin' in the green catalpa shade Lord, I swear 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 a 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 Well, I woke up in fear and tremblin' I was starin' 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 Enjoyin' 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 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! (Transcribed by Mel Priddle - January 2011)

    


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