Spanish Boy
( D. St Holmes / Whitford )
Uno... dos... tres... quatro
Ooooh... keep your head down
Now I'm gonna tell you a story
Ain't gonna tell no lies
Tell you about a little spanish boy
And the story of his life
He was just a mere seventeen
When his whole world blew apart
Hidden in the country of a spanish crown
This was only just the start
His daddy was a gangster
His mama was a whore
He lived on the coast in a spanish town
In southern El Salvador
He was happy as a stock boy
Keepin' busy all day through
Never listened to the other boys' talk
It was strictly against the rules
Oh yeah... he was a passive boy
But one day he heard them talkin'
About some trouble outside the town
Two men were shot cold dead in the street
Two rebels can't be found
He hears it on the radio
Sees it on the news
He sat around for far too long
There's somethin' he's gotta do
His mama told him one day
Boy you're gonna be a man
You better make sure what crowd you're with
'Cause you gotta have the upper hand
Oh yeah... oh yeah
You better make sure what crowd you're with
'Cause you gotta have the upper hand
Shoot'em Whitford
It was a hot September night
And he packed himself some clothes
Grabbed a pair of his daddy's boots
And headed quietly out the door
He looked up at the moon so bright
His heart was filled with fear
He's walkin' through the dark midnight
Where a man sheds no tears
Oh yeah... oh yeah
Lookin' at the stars so bright
His heart filled with fear
Oh yeah... oh yeah
He's walkin' through the dark midnight
Where a man sheds no tears
He was just a spanish boy
Listen
Now I'm gonna tell you a story
Ain't gonna tell you no lies
I told you 'bout this spanish boy
And the story of his life
His daddy was a gangster
His mama was a whore
He had no choice
But to join the fight
The rebels of Salvador
He was a spanish boy
(Livin' fast)
A spanish boy
(A life so hard)
He was a spanish boy
(God gave the order)
A spanish boy
Just a spanish boy
(Oooooh... workin' too hard stock boy)
