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 back seat
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
Chorus
It's another round of sound checks and the 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
Spitting out the game that little Jimmy sold me
Fighting for each other it feels like will never win
American Saint, American Saint
Now Philly Joe lives west of Alice
Now I'm north of Waxahachie
Wondering where i go from here
The Baptists say if I don't change
I won't see next year
Don't know if this is 100% right but thats how I play it.