by The Clash

Spanish songs in Andalucia
The shooting sites in the days of ’39
Oh, please, leave the vendanna open
Federico Lorca is dead and gone

Bullet holes in the cemetery wall
The black cars of the Guardia Civil
Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica
I’m flying in on a DC 10 tonight

Spanish bombs, yo te quiero y finito
Yo te querda, oh mi corazon
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero y finito
Yo te querda, oh mi corazon

Spanish weeks in my disco casino
The freedom fighters died upon the hill
They sang the red flag, they wore the black one
After they died it was Mockingbird Hill

Back home the buses went up in flashes
The Irish tomb was drenched in blood
Spanish bombs shatter the hotel
My senorita’s rose was nipped in the bud

Spanish bombs, yo te quiero y finito
Yo te querda, oh mi corazon
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero y finito
Yo te querda, oh mi corazon

The hillsides ring with “Free the people”
Or can I hear the echo from the days of ’39?
Trenches full of poets, the ragged army
Fixing bayonets to fight the other line

Spanish bombs rock the province
I’m hearing music from another time
Spanish bombs on Costa Brava
I’m flying in on a DC 10 tonight

Spanish bombs, yo te quiero y finito
Yo te querda, oh mi corazon
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero y finito
Yo te querda, oh mi corazon

Oh mi corazon
Oh mi corazon

Spanish songs in Andalucia, mandolina
Oh mi corazon
Spanish songs in Granada
Oh mi corazon
Oh mi corazon
Oh mi corazon
Oh mi corazon

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Felt like I should review again and then post these lyrics after I finished my prior log entry.