My Kind Of Lonely
Waylon Hanel
3:37CONCRETE PASTURES See that Starbucks store See that traffic light Well it might be hard to believe This used to be my grandpa's farm Now concrete pastures is all I see They call it progress Say look how far we've come Pockets filled with profit and greed They never thought about the lives that lived back then Now concrete pastures is all I see That parking lot was an apple grove Where my grandpa and his brothers used to play They'd lie on their backs and feel that warm sunshine I'm just glad they're not here today As I pulled into that EZ mart to full my truck with gasoline I can almost feel that warm sunshine Concrete pastures is all I see Yeah concrete pastures is all we see