Bottomless Well Songtext
von Bobby Bare
Bottomless Well Songtext
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' 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
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
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
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' 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
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
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
Writer(s): Shel Silverstein Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com