concrete cowboys eat granite grits they don t always wear hats or sling guns on their hips they know a song by the taste on her lips and he s as lonesome on any given day as the sound of that far away train 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 shooting darren was a sucker for mearle she saw the hollow look in his eyes she longed to slide his boots under her bed tonight you ll never make him at home for he s a ramblin stone little girl he can get darker than you ve ever known and he always rides alone you re best to leave him alone for he s a ramblin stone little girl things can get darker than you ve ever known