Spanish Boy

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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 whore
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 passive 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 whore
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