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