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 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 seˇčorita, 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 seˇčorita 'Cause only fools are alone on a night like this
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Copyright © Bruce Springsteen (ASCAP)
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