Текст песни Bruce Springsteen - Santa Ana
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Текст песни Bruce Springsteen - Santa Ana
From the tin rooftop the little boy did watchThe procession down through townThrough the museum where Daniel whupped the DevilWith them boys from the undergroundWhere the Giants of Science fight for tight controlOver the wildlands of New MexicoSam Houston's ghost's in Texas fighting for his soul( )And the townsfolk rest uneasy beneath the guns of Kid ColeAnd the kid says: "Hey, where's Santa AnaHe who could romance the dumb into talkingTake 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 townBut Sandy eats her candy and then lays her money downThem cats are in from the canyons to strut their stuff in townBut there's only secret sinners hereLord, there's only secret thievesOnly a fool would try to saveWhat the desert chose to leaveAnd hey there seЎиorita,With your playboys in their Spanish bandanasFrench cream won't soften those boots, babyFrench kisses will not break your heartOh painted night set free with lightGlows outside the Rainbow SaloonMatching braces with a Spanish lady'Neath a graduation moonNo more colleges, no more coronationsSome punk's idea of a teenage nationHas forced Santa Ana to change his stationFrom soldier to cartoonAnd the Giants of Science spend their days and nightsNot with wives, not with lovers, but searchin' for the lightsThey spotted in the desert on their helicopter flightsJust to be lost in the dust and the nightHey my Contessa, in your juke joint rags you always bring candy for the kidsCome waltz with me tonight senorita