Well he, ended up here
Heading, from way past there
And he's, tried to make it something
And he's, knew he had the way
Well that six string was a ticket
Out of town and for a ride
To those, high rise and all those dreams
Concrete and palm trees, is all he'd seen
To those, high rise and all those dreams
Concrete and palm trees, thought he'd seen
Well he, met all bad kids
And he, fell in just fine
And all, match the road to him
He was, right there on time
But that cocaine and the cheever
Took him out and that's for sure
To those, high rise and all those dreams
Concrete and palm trees, thought he'd seen
To those, high rise and all those dreams
Concrete and palm trees, thought he'd seen
Well he, end up in jail
In a, 10 by 10 cell
Feeling, full jones withdrawl
Feeling, a lot like hell
But his guitar was the ticket yes
Out of this mess, out alive
Well he, finally made and wound up clean
Concrete and palm trees, were pretty sweet
Well he, finally made and wound up clean
Concrete and palm trees, were pretty sweet
High rise and all those streets
Concrete and palm trees, were bitter sweet
High rise and all those streets
Concrete and palm trees, were bitter sweet
