Spanish Boy
Whitford/St. Holmes Lyrics

Now I'm gonna tell you a story
I will narrate a tale

Ain't gonna tell no lies
I am not going to deceive

Tell you about a little Spanish boy
Describing a young boy from Spain

And the story of his life
His biographical details

He was just barely seventeen
He was 17 years old

When his whole world blow apart
When everything fell apart

Hidden in the country of a Spanish crown
Sheltered in a Spanish territory

This was only just the start
Indicating that this was just the beginning

His daddy was a gangster
His father was a member of a criminal gang

His mama was a whore
His mother was a prostitute

He lived on the coast in a Spanish town
He resides in a coastal Spanish locality

In southern El Salvador
In the southern region of El Salvador

He was happy as a stock boy
He found joy working as a stock boy

Keeping busy all day through
Engaging himself throughout the day

Never listened to the other boys talk
He didn't pay attention to his peers' words

It was strictly against the rules
It was prohibited

Oh yeah, he was a passive boy
He was timid

But one day he heard them talking
But suddenly, he overheard a conversation

About some trouble outside of town
Discussing some unrest outside the vicinity

Two men were shot cold dead in the street
Two individuals were brutally killed on the road

Two rebels can't be found
The culprits of the crime couldn't be traced

He hears it on the radio
He learns of it through the broadcast

Sees it on the news
He witnesses it on the television broadcast

Sat around, before too long
After some time of contemplation

There's something he's gotta do
He felt that there was something he had to do

His mama told him one day
His mother once told him

Boy, you're gonna be a man
Son, you will become a grown-up

You better make sure
Ensure

What crowd you're with
Of the group you belong to

'Cause you gotta have the upper hand
As you must always have the advantage

Oh yeah, oh yeah
Yes, indeed

Shoot 'em, Whitford
A phrase used to mean 'take action'

It was a hot September night
A warm September evening

Packed himself some rolls
Prepared some food items

Grabbed a pair of his daddy's boots
Took his father's shoes

And headed quietly out the door
Silently walked away from the entrance

He looked up at the moon so bright
He glanced at the shining moon

His heart was filled with fear
He was apprehensive

He's walking through the dark of night
He was moving during the darkness

Where a man shed no tears
Where people didn't cry

Looking at the stars so bright
Observing the luminous stars

He was just a Spanish boy
He was merely a Spanish lad

Listen
Hear me out

He had no choice
He was left without an option

But to join the fight
But to participate in a brawl

The rebels of Salvador
The revolutionaries of El Salvador

He was a Spanish boy (Living fast)
He was a Spanish teenager (Living recklessly)

A Spanish boy (A life so hard)
A Spanish youth (Leading a tough life)

He was a Spanish boy (God gave the order)
He was a Spanish adolescent (Sent by the divine command)

A Spanish boy
A boy of Spain

Just a Spanish boy,
Simply a boy from Spain

Oh working too hard stock boy
A hardworking junior employee