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
