Three Days In A Barcelona Prison

I never got on with authority the lawmen weren’t my kind

I prefer alleyways and passage ways and those that stand outside

Won’t shed a tear for family when I travel ‘round the world

But three days in a Barcelona prison is why you are my girl

The clergy couldn’t save me when I was sleeping in the square

But that’s a baker’s promise dreaming of somewhere

Hopped a ship to America never to return

Three days in a Barcelona prison makes my belly burn

She said I can tell your birthday by looking at your face

Then she pushed the table sideways and turned and left the place

No more words were spoken but I swear I thought I heard

Three days in a Barcelona prison is why I am your girl

I’ve killed so many spiders it should be raining for a year

I didn’t just show up in town I was already here

Began the day in a woman’s bed now I’m in a police car

Three days in a Barcelona prison is how I got this scar

The moon on the Atlantic’s not as pretty as I’ve heard

The Irish won’t stop fighting and I don’t understand a word

I’ll throw the gypsies overboard if they come at me again

Three days in a Barcelona prison’s made me an angry man

Been working on the railroad since coming to this place

I see a picture in my mind of her looking at my face

I’ll be freezing in November buy a coat for my birthday

But three days in a Barcelona prison seems so far away

Josie's grandfather apparently spent three days in a Barcelona prison. Song!