American Saint -

The Concho Valley’s on fire tonight

Spilling out into the street

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

Falling angels dancing to the music

Drifting softly on the southern wind

Talking like the heroes that we won’t be

Spittin' out the game that little Jimmy sold me

Still fighting for each other

Though it feels like we’ll never win

American saint, American saint

Now Philly Joe lives west of Alice

The hippy prince of the wild

He got pinch for possession in a real hard land

But he never lost his style

He still works the rigs six 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

Falling angels dancing to the music

Drifting softly on the southern wind

Talking like the heroes that we won’t be

Spittin' out the game that little Jimmy sold me

Still fighting for each other

Though it feels like we’ll never win

American saint, American saint

Now I’m north of Waxahachie

I’m wondering where I go from here

The Baptists say that if I don’t change

I won’t see next year

It’s another round of sound checks and train wrecks

The lost boys and the rejects

Falling angels dancing to the music

Drifting softly on the southern wind

Talking like the heroes that we won’t be

Spittin' out the game that little Jimmy sold me

Fighting for each other

It feels like we’ll never win

American saint, American saint, American saint