Concrete

(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...