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For The Hand Of Magdelena Lyrics

You couldn't believe when they told you that she'd never been 'round here before


Thought she hung out in the Cologne Hotel, or with the Cubans in the Puerta Del
Sol 

And when she smiled all you thought about was running up Suicide Hill 

And nothing short of a bullet could've broken your will 



And all for the hand of Magdelena 

Your boots planted in the soil of Spain 

(Your heart broken in the soil of Spain) 

(Your blood's red like the soil of Spain) 

Like her tears in the Spanish rain 

All for the Hand of Magdelena 



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 

You fell in love in an air raid, a bombshell sanctioned attraction 

You were wet with fear, she was wet with passion 



Your mother could never understand why her son took the call to arms 

And her father could never understand how she could fall for your Republican
charms 

Magdelena, Magdelena, Magdelena... the choice was never ours 



In a week and a half you'll be walking down Forty-second 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