Corb Lund - Spanish Armada lyrics

The Spanish Armada, Armada, Armada The Spanish Armada has gotta whole lotta Great cannon and scoundrels and barrels of beer To grant thee condition is treason, is treason The rights of the citizen bring it to bear Can you hear me dear Pablo, dear Pablo San Frisco Can you hear me dear Pablo, dear Pablo, my friend? Have you heard that I've lost both my rank and my station I need your advice now, I'm nearing the end There's one time I had a, I had a, I had a There's one time I had a good woman with me But I left her, I left her just one time too many I've lost that dame now to the wind and the weeds And the waves are a-crashing, a-crashing, a-crashing As high as a house upon those of us here And the storm, she is lashing, is lashing, is lashing Out hard against tyranny, cowards and fear We hear of great riches, great riches, great riches From the cold sons-of-b**hes who plot where we steer We hear of these riches just at the horizon We've heard of these riches for nearly two years