Feeling low down, sinking slow
like a half ton Chevy with a heavy load,
But I slept like a baby beneath the stars last night
and it was out of sight.
I've been misunderstanding every road
Thinking every strech of highway's got a pot of gold,
I count my blessings on my right hand
And I'm a lucky man.

Feeling tested, feeling mean
I'm too tired of runnin' from the Big Machine,
The Big Machine takes me to my baby's place
So I can see your face.
I break my back for a fifth of gin,
Then I weep and wail about the shape I'm in,
I got some money for a rainy day,
And its on its way.

Arriba arriba los Corozones,
Get out of bed Pueto Rico's on the telephone.
The streets of Old San Juan they beckon,
There's a sweet life there I reckon
So I'll set sail for the coast with the most.

Feeling low down sinking slow,
But my bags are all packed and I'm ready to go;
I don't need pesos cuz I know they will
take my dollar bill.
One little place on this big 'ol Earth
has got me singing like a siren of a sweet rebirth,
As sure as the devil's in the deep blue sea,
There's a place for me.


Lyrics submitted by demo0043

Puerto Rico song meanings
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