To a boy who grew up walking in the woods
and the fields of South Carolina,
this big old 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,
pounding the pavement day after day.
I want to 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 turning me into concrete.
My kids ain't never gone wading in a
creek or cutting down cane for fishing,
and they've
never seen a blackberry growing wild.
Sometimes I get to missing 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,
pounding the pavement day after day.
I want to 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 turning me into concrete.