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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 wildlands of New Mexico
Sam
Houston’s ghost’s in Texas fighting for his soul
And the townsfolk rest
uneasy beneath the guns of Kid Colt
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
Well 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
This is the Hammond Demo version, as published on Tracks, recorded on 28 June 1973 at 914 Sound Studios, Blauvelt, New York City. Check also the early version and the live version.
* These verses will later appear in SHE'S THE ONE.
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