Whitford/st. Holmes

Spanish Boy
UnosDosTresQuatroNow I'm gonna tell you a storyAin't gonna tell no liesTell you about a little Spanish boyAnd the story of his lifeHe was just barely seventeenWhen his whole world blow apartHidden in the country of a Spanish crownThis was only just the startHis daddy was a gangsterHis mama was a whoreHe lived on the coast in a Spanish townIn southern El SalvadorHe was happy as a stock boyKeeping busy all day throughNever listened to the other boys talkIt was strictly against the rulesOh yeah, he was a passive boyBut one day he heard them talkingAbout some trouble outside of townLetras de cancionesTwo men were shot cold dead in the streetTwo rebels can't be foundHe hears it on the radioSees it on the newsSat around, before too longThere's something he's gotta doHis mama told him one dayBoy, you're gonna be a manYou better make sureWhat crowd you're with'Cause you gotta have the upper handOh yeah, oh yeahYou better make sureWhat crowd you're with'Cause you gotta have the upper handShoot 'em, WhitfordIt was a hot September nightPacked himself some rollsGrabbed a pair of his daddy's bootsAnd headed quietly out the doorHe looked up at the moon so brightHis heart was filled with fearHe's walking through the dark of nightWhere a man shed no tearsOh yeah, oh yeahLooking at the stars so brightHis heart filled with fearOh yeah, oh yeahHe's walking through the dark of nightWhere a man sheds no tearsHe was just a Spanish boyListenI'm gonna tell you a storyAin't gonna tell you no liesI told you 'bout this Spanish boyAnd the story of his lifeHis daddy was a gangsterHis mama was a whoreHe had no choiceBut to join the fightThe rebels of SalvadorHe was a Spanish boy (Living fast)A Spanish boy (A life so hard)He was a Spanish boy (God gave the order)A Spanish boyJust a Spanish boy,Oh working too hard stock boy From Letras Mania