Concrete Cowboys eat granite grits
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They don't always wear hats
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or sling guns on their hips
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They know a song by the taste on her lips
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And he's as lonesome on any given day
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as the sound of that far away train
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that he prays someday will take him away
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Lucky Lucinda was a big city girl
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Hungerin' for Country in a Rock-n-Roll world
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Dice shooting Darren was a sucker for Mearle
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She saw the hollow look in his eyes
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She longed to slide his boots under her bed tonight
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You'll never make him at home
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for he's a ramblin stone
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Little girl, he can get darker than you've ever known
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And he always rides alone
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You're best to leave him alone
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for he's a ramblin stone
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Little girl, things can get darker than you've ever known
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And he always rides alone
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Concrete Cowboys
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Shooter Jennings |