Concrete Cowboys

Concrete Cowboys eat granite 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