(Bill Anderson)

To a boy who grew up walking in the woods
And the fields of South Carolina
This big ole 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
Found in the pavement day after day I wanna 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 turnin' me into concrete.

My kids ain't never gone wadin' in a creek
Or cuttin' down cane for fishing
They've never seen a blackberry growin' wild
Sometimes I get to missin' 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
Found in the pavement day after day I wanna 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 turnin' me into concrete...