Hey Santa Ana (Live) Lyrics
| Song | Hey Santa Ana (Live) |
| Artist | Bruce Springsteen |
| Album | Bound For Glory 1973 (Live) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bruce Springsteen | |
| 作曲 : Bruce Springsteen | |
| 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 Cole (ahhhh) | |
| And the kid says, "Hey, where is 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! | |
| 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 now, 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! | |
| (O-ho, o-ho, o-ho, o-ho, o-ho, o-ho, ohh) | |
| 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 searching for the lights | |
| They spotted in the desert on their helicopter flights | |
| Just to be lost in the dust and the night | |
| Hey, now 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, oh! | |
| Woahhh, ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya | |
| Woahhh, you're callin', come on darlin' | |
| Alright! | |
| Woahhhhh | |
| Woahhh, alright | |
| Woah, ha, woah |
| zuo ci : Bruce Springsteen | |
| zuo qu : Bruce Springsteen | |
| 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 Cole ahhhh | |
| And the kid says, " Hey, where is 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! | |
| 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 now, 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! | |
| Oho, oho, oho, oho, oho, oho, ohh | |
| 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 searching for the lights | |
| They spotted in the desert on their helicopter flights | |
| Just to be lost in the dust and the night | |
| Hey, now 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, oh! | |
| Woahhh, ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya | |
| Woahhh, you' re callin', come on darlin' | |
| Alright! | |
| Woahhhhh | |
| Woahhh, alright | |
| Woah, ha, woah |
| zuò cí : Bruce Springsteen | |
| zuò qǔ : Bruce Springsteen | |
| 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 Cole ahhhh | |
| And the kid says, " Hey, where is 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! | |
| 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 now, 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! | |
| Oho, oho, oho, oho, oho, oho, ohh | |
| 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 searching for the lights | |
| They spotted in the desert on their helicopter flights | |
| Just to be lost in the dust and the night | |
| Hey, now 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, oh! | |
| Woahhh, ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya | |
| Woahhh, you' re callin', come on darlin' | |
| Alright! | |
| Woahhhhh | |
| Woahhh, alright | |
| Woah, ha, woah |
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