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 smell And I feel as if I am looking at the world from the bottom of a well Lonely And the only way to beat it is to bat it down Oh 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