American Saint

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