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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 Its 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 wont be Spittin' out the game that little Jimmy sold me Still fighting for each other Though it feels like well 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 Its 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 wont be Spittin' out the game that little Jimmy sold me Still fighting for each other Though it feels like well never win American saint, American saint Now Im north of Waxahachie Im wondering where I go from here The Baptists say that if I dont change I wont see next year Its 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 wont be Spittin' out the game that little Jimmy sold me Fighting for each other It feels like well never win American saint, American saint, American saint