Santa Ana Bruce Springsteen

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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 (Hey)

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
And now hey there, señorita
With your playboys in their Spanish bandanas
French cream won't soften those boots, baby
French kisses will not break your heart (Oh)