
The Kelly Song Collective
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
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© Michael Worthington Music 2018

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