Life and Island Times July 12 2016 – The Bull

This remembrance was of a spring afternoon that Vic and Marlow spent along Duval Street in 2014.

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Well the sun was high, when we rode into town
Last night’s rain up in DC, it froze on the ground
Down the warm street, heard a tune so cool
Comin’ from the place they call The Bull

We stepped inside, and stood by the door
While a dark-eyed girl sang and played the guitar
There were tourists, drunks, loudmouths perched on stools
We liked what we saw at the place they call The Bull

Triples of vodka, rum from sugar cane
and poison will get you, just the same
If that — that don’t — kill you soon
Bull’s singer will with her soulful tune

Don’t pawn your phone, don’t sell your ring
Just to hear Dora sing, (hear that girl sing)
Don’t take long to wake up, don’t be a fool
Just linger with the singer down at The Bull

One false step down here and you’re done
It’s a tricky situation with booze and the tropical moon
If that — that don’t — kill you soon
Bull’s singer will with her soulful tune

Triples of vodka, rum from sugar cane
and poison will get you, just the same
If that — that don’t — kill you soon
Bull’s singer will with her soulful tune

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