Santa Ana Wind

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[Verse]
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When these old adobe walls
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Turn to dust and when they fall
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And the creatures of the night call out your name
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Mother nature, she'll grab hold
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Of all the things that we've let go
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Here comes an ill-intentioned wind that knows your name

[Verse]
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In the desert night it builds
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Near Gila Monster Hills
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A wisp of dust, then a whisper, then a curse
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Soon it's 90 miles an hour
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Near El Centro water towers
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Look out, El Cajon, you'll be the first

[Chorus]
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Now those Santa Ana Winds begin to blow
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From Death Valley to the wide Pacific shores
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Won't be no saints come marching in
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No movie stars or clergymen
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Where will you run when that wind howls 'neath your door?
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When that Santa Ana Wind begins to roar

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[Verse]
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California, my home state
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Cars of people sit and wait
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They know it's coming, they can feel it in their bones
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All that real estate and pride
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All those Indians that died
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While the Spanish priests danced the drunk Fandango

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They say that troubadours invented love
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A thousand years before the flood
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They rode from town to town, singing up the mystery
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Well, the wind sings its own song
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Moving patiently along
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Burning down the lie of Western History

[Chorus]
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Now that Santa Ana Wind begins to blow
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From Death Valley to the wide Pacific shores
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Won't be no saints come marching in
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No cowboy stars or clergymen
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Where will you run when that wind howls 'neath your door?
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When that Santa Ana Wind begins to roar
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When that Santa Ana Wind begins to roar