(Jim McCarty)
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(All words spoken)
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She lived alone,
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Her eyes had seen many lovers and many sunsets,
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And then they reflected the sunrise.
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Reddish-black hair flowed upon her freckled brown shoulders,
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And as she took water from the well,
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Her long black dress came up to reveal her bare, hard but feminine feet.
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Gentle hands gathered a bucket,
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And all was still as nature honoured every movement.
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My horse stood motionless as I watched her through the olive branches.
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I dared go no further,
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I dared not meet with the Spanish blood.
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To reveal her bare, hard but feminine feet.
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Gentle hands gathered a bucket,
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And all was still as nature honoured every movement.
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My horse stood motionless as I watched her through the olive branches.
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I dared go no further,
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I dared not meet with the Spanish blood.
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That was the wrong f***ing verse.
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Manny Kellem: Ah, I'm gonna leave that.
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Spanish Blood
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The Yardbirds |