Sant
Ana - Bruce Springsteen
From the
tin rooftop the little boy did watch
The procession down through
town
Through the museum where Daniel
whupped the Devil
With them boys from the underground
Where the Giants of Science
fight for tight control
Over the wildlands of New
Mexico
Sam Houston's ghost's in Texas
fighting for his soul
And the townsfolk rest uneasy
beneath the guns of Kid Cole
And the kid says: "Hey, where's
Santa Ana
He who could romance the dumb
into talking
Take a chance with me tonight,
my contessa,
If it don't work out I ain't
lame, I can walk"
Now some folks think cancer's
taken to the streets of this town
But Sandy eats her candy and
then lays her money down
Them cats are in from the
canyons to strut their stuff in town
But there's only secret sinners
here
Lord, there's only secret
thieves
Only a fool would try to save
What the desert chose to leave
And hey there se¤orita,
With your playboys in their
Spanish bandanas
French cream won't soften
those boots, baby
French kisses will not break
your heart
Oh painted night set free with
light
Glows outside the Rainbow
Saloon
Matching braces with a Spanish
lady
'Neath a graduation moon
No more colleges, no more
coronations
Some punk's idea of a teenage
nation
Has forced Santa Ana to change
his station
From soldier to cartoon
And the Giants of Science
spend their days and nights
Not with wives, not with lovers,
but searchin' for the lights
They spotted in the desert
on their helicopter flights
Just to be lost in the dust
and the night
Hey my Contessa, in your juke
joint rags you always bring candy for the kids
Come waltz with me tonight
se¤orita
'Cause only fools are alone
on a night like this