American Saint Lyrics

By Bleu Edmondson
Piano intro
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
Chorus:
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
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 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
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