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


    Marco Giunco
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