Concrete Cowboys
Shooter Jennings · Wolf [2007]
Concrete Cowboys eat grinded grits
They don't always wear hats
or sling guns on their hips
They know a song by the taste on her lips
And he's as lonesome on any given day
as the sound of that far away train
that he prays someday will take him away
Lucky Lucinda was a big city girl
Hungerin' for Country in a Rock-n-Roll world
Dice shooting Darren was a sucker for Mearle
She saw the hollow look in his eyes
She longed to slide his boots under her bed tonight
You'll never make him at home
for he's a ramblin stone
Little girl, he can get darker than you've ever known
And he always rides alone
You're best to leave him alone
for he's a ramblin stone
Little girl, things can get darker than you've ever known
And he always rides alone
They don't always wear hats
or sling guns on their hips
They know a song by the taste on her lips
And he's as lonesome on any given day
as the sound of that far away train
that he prays someday will take him away
Lucky Lucinda was a big city girl
Hungerin' for Country in a Rock-n-Roll world
Dice shooting Darren was a sucker for Mearle
She saw the hollow look in his eyes
She longed to slide his boots under her bed tonight
You'll never make him at home
for he's a ramblin stone
Little girl, he can get darker than you've ever known
And he always rides alone
You're best to leave him alone
for he's a ramblin stone
Little girl, things can get darker than you've ever known
And he always rides alone
Concrete Cowboys
Shooter Jennings delivers a gritty, country-rock anthem on his 2007 album Wolf. The track embodies his signature blend of outlaw country and rockabilly, featuring driving rhythms and Jennings' distinctive vocal delivery. Recorded during a pivotal era in his career, the song reflects themes of resilience and the rugged American spirit often found in his discography. It stands as a testament to his ability to fuse traditional sounds with modern energy, appealing to fans of classic country and rock alike.