Spaniolated Lyrics & Tabs by The Fiery Furnaces

Spaniolated

guitar chords lyrics

The Fiery Furnaces

I was 18 years old just a research volunteer;
I walked home from the TCBY each night with no fear.
One particular starry 11 o'clock

I went down by the water;
an old man with a burlap bag
said How you doin' my daughter.
He put me in the hole of his old rusty crawler
and fed me three pills a day to keep me from getting taller.
Learned me the rosary and made me pray to Santiago:
I wish I wish I was back in Chicago.
Up the river to Seville I was rowing and strumming
on my portable guitar my fair lady a humming
The pain, the pain, in Spain falls mainly on me.
The pain, the pain, in Spain falls mainly on me.

The pain, the pain, in Spain falls mainly on me.
The pain, the pain, in Spain falls mainly on me.