Concrete - Izzy Stradlin

Well he, ended up here

Came from, way out past there

And he, tried to make it something

And he, knew he had the way

But that six string was a ticket

Out of town and for a ride

To those, high rise and all those dreams

Concrete and palm trees, is all he’d seen

To those, high rise and all those dreams

Concrete and palm trees, is all he’d seen

Well he, met all bad kids

And he, fell in just fine

And all, match the road to him

He was, right there on time

But he tasted and he smoked it

Didn’t know what it was for sure

To those, high rise and all those dreams

Concrete and palm trees, is all he’d seen

To those, high rise and all those dreams

Concrete and palm trees, all he’d seen

Well he, end up in jail

In a, 10 by 10 cell

Feeling, full jones withdrawl

Feeling, a lot like hell

But that six string was a ticket

Out of this mess, and our life

Well he, finally made and wound up clean

Concrete and palm trees, were pretty sweet

Well he, finally made and wound up clean

Concrete and palm trees, were pretty sweet

Pretty sweet

Ah ha ha

Pretty sweet

Ah ha ha

Pretty sweet

Ah ha ha

Pretty sweet

Ah ha ha