Bill Anderson - Concrete lyrics

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CONCRETE

(Bill Anderson)

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To a boy who grew up walking in the woods and the fields of South Carolina

This big ole city feels hard underneath my feet

And to a kid who ain't never heard a noise a whole lot louder than a freight train

I get scared sometimes just standing here along the street

Concrete concrete everywhere I turn there's concrete

Found in the pavement day after day I wanna go home

Where the sun shines and the tall pines and the earth and the heavens meet

I'd rather starve on a poor dirt farm than to stay here surrounded by the concrete

Cause it's turnin' me into concrete

My kids ain't never gone wadin' in a creek or cuttin' down cane for fishing

They've never seen a blackberry growin' wild

Sometimes I get to missin' it so I almost take to crying

I'm cursed with the body of a man and the heart of a child

Concrete concrete...