LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeSanta Ana
>From a tin roof topThe little boy did watchThe procession down through townThrough the museumWhere Daniel walked with the DevilWith them boys from the UndergroundWhere the giants of scienceFight for tight controlOver the wild lands of New MexicoSam Houston's ghost's in TexasFighting for his soulAnd the town folks rest uneasyBeneath the guns of Kid ColeAnd the Kid says: "Hey, where's Santa AnaHe who could romance the dumb into talkingTake a chance with me tonight my Contessa,If it don't work out, I ain't lame, I can walk"Now some folks they just can't take itTo the streets of this townBut Sam easily can, and he lays his money downThem cats in from the canyonStrut their stuff in townBut there's only secret sinners hereLord, there's only secret thievesOnly a fool would try to saveWhat the desert chose to leaveAnd now, hey there Senorita,With your playboys in their Spanish bandanasFrench cream won't soften them bullets babyFrench kisses will not break your heartOh, painted night, set free with lightGlows outside the Rainbow SaloonMatch embraces with a Spanish ladyBeneath a graduation moonNo more colleges, no more coronationsSome punk's idea of a teenage nationHas forced Santa Ana to change his stationFrom soldier to cartoonAnd the giants of scienceSpend their days and nightsNot with wives, not with loversBut searching for the lightsThey started in the desert on their helicopter flightsJust to be lost in the dust and the nightAh, hey my ContessaIn your juke joint ridesYou always bring candy for the kidsCome waltz with me tonight Senorita'Cause only fools are alone on a night like this
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