Concrete Cowboys Lyrics - Shooter Jennings

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