By Bleu Edmondson 10/4/2008 Piano intro D The Concho Valley is on fire tonight, it's spilling out into the streets G A The blessed scream of a newborn dream making love in my backseat Bm A All of us together in the glow of the dusty headlights Bm G A All the little pretties with the stars in their hair sipping Titos and Crystal Light Chorus: D G D G It's another round of sound checks and train wrecks, the lost boys and the rejects D A Fallen angels dancing to the music drifting softly on the Southern wind D G D G Talking like the heroes that we wont be, spittin out the game that little Jimmy sold me D Bm A Still fighting for each other though it feels like we'll never win G D 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 Chorus Bm Now I'm north of Waxahachie A I'm wondering where I go from here Bm The Baptists say that if I don't change G A I won't see next year Chorus