Tom Russell — Spanish Burgundy

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Spanish Burgundy
Written by: Tom Russell
CD: Tom Russell - The Long Way Around

[Intro]
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Barcelona is a woman's town - women everywhere
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Barcelona is a woman's eyes, raven gypsy hair
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I got drunk in Barcelona and then she walked away from me
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My tears ran down a bottle of Spanish burgundy
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And I drank until I slept and I slept until I dream
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In every dream her lips did taste of Spanish burgundy

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There was once a gypsy saying, it may come from Catalan
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First the man he takes the drink and then the drink it takes the man
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It may lead you to destruction or a love that's meant to be
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But beware of Barcelona girls and the Spanish Burgundy
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And we drink until we sleep and we sleep until we dream
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We dream of Barcelona girls and Spanish burgundy

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So I will join the old men down in the sad cafe
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The sun goes up the sun goes down, shadows cross our face
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As we sing of how it might of been oh and how it used to be
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And the moon shines through the bottles of Spanish burgundy
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And we drink until we sleep and we sleep until we dream
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We dream of Barcelona girls and Spanish burgundy
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And we drink until we sleep and we sleep until we dream
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In every dream her lips did taste of Spanish burgundy