Bill Anderson - Concrete Lyrics
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| Bill Anderson
- Concrete Lyrics
Album: Every Time I Turn The Radio On/Talk To Me Ohio [Mca] (Bill Anderson) 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, 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...
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