For The Hand Of Magdalena

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Intro:
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1, 2, 3, 4...
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Verse 1:
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You couldn't believe when they told you that she'd never been 'round here before
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Thought she hung out in the Cologne hotel or with the Cubans in the Puerto del Sol
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And when she smiled, all you thought about was running up Suicide Hill
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And nothing short of a bullet could've broken your will
Chorus:
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And all for the hand of Magdalena
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Your boots planted in the soil of Spain
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Like her tears in the Spanish rain
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All for the hand of Magdalena
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Verse 2:
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Clark Gable with a bayonet, you never thought anyone could look so cool
And she could handle that Soviet pistol like she learned to do it in school
And you fell in love in an air-raid, bombshell sanctioned attraction
You were wet with fear, she was wet with passion
Chorus:
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And all for the hand of Magdalena
Your boots planted in the soil of Spain
Like her tears in the Spanish rain
All for the hand of Magdalena
Bridge:
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Your mother could never understand why her son took the call to arms
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And her father could never understand how she could fall for you Republican charms
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Magdalena, Magdalena, Magdalena, the choice was never ours...
Solo:
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Verse 3:
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In a week and a half you'll be walking down 42nd Street again
And you can read it in the New York Times they're plagiarizing Ernest Hemingway
And you can touch that spot where a Fascist bullet nearly severed your arm
But that's nothing like the way that your soul was scarred
Chorus:
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And all for the hand of Magdalena
Your heart broken in the soil of Spain
Like her tears in the Spanish rain
All for the hand of Magdalena
Your blood's red like the soil of Spain
Like her tears in the Spanish rain
All for the hand of Magdalena
The hand of Magdalena
The hand of Magdalena