American Saint Lyrics - Singles - Bleu Edmondson

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