Whitford/St. Holmes - Spanish Boy lyrics

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 barely seventeen When his whole world blow apart Hidden in the country of a Spanish crown This was only just the start His daddy was a gangster His mama was a who*e He lived on the coast in a Spanish town In southern El Salvador He was happy as a stock boy Keeping busy all day through Never listened to the other boys talk It was strictly against the rules Oh yeah, he was a pa**ive boy But one day he heard them talking About some trouble outside of 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 Sat around, before too long There's something 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 Packed himself some rolls 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 walking through the dark of night Where a man shed no tears Oh yeah, oh yeah Looking at the stars so bright His heart filled with fear Oh yeah, oh yeah He's walking through the dark of night Where a man sheds no tears He was just a Spanish boy Listen 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 who*e He had no choice But to join the fight The rebels of Salvador He was a Spanish boy (Living fast) A Spanish boy (A life so hard) He was a Spanish boy (God gave the order) A Spanish boy Just a Spanish boy, Oh working too hard stock boy