Looking At The World From The Bottom Of A Well

That Cuban girl

That brought me low

She had that skin so fine and red lips rose-like now

Her mouth was wide

And sweet as well

And now relentless hours of dreaming up her smellAnd I feel as if I am looking at the world from the bottom of a wellLonely

And the only way to beat it is to bat it downOh all the days

That I have run

I sought to lose that cloud that's blacking out the sun

My train will come

Some one day soon

And when it comes I'll ride it bound from night to noon

Songwriters

MIKE DOUGHTY, MIKE DOUGHTYPublished by

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