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The Concho Valley is on fire tonight It's spilling out into the streets The blessed scream of a newborn dream Making love in my backseat All of us together in the glow of the dusty headlights All the little pretties with the stars in their hair Sipping Titos and Crystal Light It's another round of sound checks and train wrecks The lost boys and the rejects Fallen angels dancing to the music drifting softly on the Southern wind Talking like the heroes that we wont be Spittin out the game that little Jimmy sold me Fighting for each other though it seems like we'll never win American Saint American Saint Now Philly Joe lives west of Alice The hippy prince of the wild He got pinched for possession in a real hard land But he never lost his style He still works the rigs, 6 months out of the year Old Crow fever, a story to tell, and a menthol behind his ear It's another round of sound checks and train wrecks The lost boys and the rejects Fallen angels dancing to the music drifting softly on the Southern wind Talking like the heroes that we wont be Spittin out the game that little Jimmy sold me Fighting for each other though it seems like we'll never win American Saint American Saint Now Im north of Waxahachie Wondering where I go from here The Baptists say, if I don't change Then I won't see next year It's another round of sound checks and train wrecks The lost boys and the rejects Fallen angels dancing to the music drifting softly on the Southern wind Talking like the heroes that we wont be Spittin out the game that little Jimmy sold me Fighting for each other though it seems like we'll never win American Saint American Saint