Concrete

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Bill Anderson - Country, USA

Concrete

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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 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

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  • Bill Anderson