D A
Concrete Cowboys eat granite grits
A D
They don't always wear hats or sling guns on their hips
D A
But they know a song by the taste on the lips
A
And he's as lonesome on any given day as the sound of that far away train
A D
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 shootin Darren was a sucker for Merle
She saw the hollow look in his eyes and she longed to slide his boots
Under her bed tonight
Chorus:
G A
You'll never make him a home
D G
For he's a ramblin stone
G A Bm
Little girl, he can get darker than you've ever known
G A C B E
And he always rides alone
Chorus 2:
You're best to leave him alone
For he's a ramblins stone
Little girl, things can get darker than you've ever known
And he always rides alone