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