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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

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

And all for the hand of Magdelena

Your boots planted in the soil of Spain

Like her tears in the Spanish rain

All for the Hand of Magdelena

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

And all for the hand of Magdelena

Your heart broken in the soil of Spain

Like her tears in the Spanish rain

All for the Hand of Magdelena

And all for the hand of Magdelena

Your blood’s red like the soil of Spain

Like her tears in the Spanish rain

All for the Hand of Magdelena

The Hand of Magdelena

The Hand of Magdelena

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