Bruce Springsteen - Santa Ana lyrics

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 wild lands 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, senorita
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, senorita
'Cause only fools are alone on
A night like this