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The Concho Valley's on fire tonightSpilling out into the streetThe blessed scream of a newborn dreamMaking love in my backseatAll of us together in the glow of the dusty headlightsAll the little pretties with the stars in their hairSipping titos and crystal lightIt's another round of sound checks and train wrecksThe lost boys and the rejectsFalling angels dancing to the musicDrifting softly on the southern windTalking like the heroes that we won't beSpittin' out the game that little Jimmy sold meStill fighting for each otherThough it feels like we'll never winAmerican saint, American saintNow Philly Joe lives west of AliceThe hippy prince of the wildHe got pinch for possession in a real hard landBut he never lost his styleHe still works the rigs six months out of the yearSongtexteOld Crow fever, a story to tell and a menthol behind his earIt's another round of sound checks and train wrecksThe lost boys and the rejectsFalling angels dancing to the musicDrifting softly on the southern windTalking like the heroes that we won't beSpittin' out the game that little Jimmy sold meStill fighting for each otherThough it feels like we'll never winAmerican saint, American saintNow I'm north of WaxahachieI'm wondering where I go from hereThe Baptists say that if I don't changeI won't see next yearIt's another round of sound checks and train wrecksThe lost boys and the rejectsFalling angels dancing to the musicDrifting softly on the southern windTalking like the heroes that we won't beSpittin' out the game that little Jimmy sold meFighting for each otherIt feels like we'll never winAmerican saint, American saint, American saint Aus Songtexte Mania