Lyrics – Concrete Blues

It’s what I want
What I need
My mania
My My mania

It’s what I need
What I want
My mania
My my mania

So I can see

My mania
My My Mania
I need my mania
You need my mania

It’s what you want
What you need
My mania
My my mania

So I can see

That I am Iron Man
I am Iron Man
‘Cause when I’m Iron Man
I’m another man

It’s all you want
All you need
My mania
My my mania

So I can see

My my Mania
You want my mania
You want my mania
You need my mania

It’s all you need
All you want
My mania
My my mania

So I can see
So I can see

He runs the big road haulin river stone
He hears what you say, you got no moral bone

He’s been cut, burned, can’t get ahead
But he ain’t laying on this death bed

He’ll survive
Until he dies
And ain’t living on the wayside

He don’t have much to say about politics
He’s got work to do ……

He don’t have much to say about that life you pick
He’s got work to do

He’ll survive
Until he dies
And ain’t living on the wayside

No one gave him nothing, got no family fund
He don’t march to the drums of those ‘enlightened’ ones

He cuts his own grass, fixes his car
Out on every weekend he’s a highway star

He’ll survive
Until he dies
And ain’t living on the wayside

Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on

Change is strange
Change is strange

Or Move on
Or move on
Or Move on
Or move on

Change is strange
Change is strange

Change is strange
Change is strange

Change is strange
Change is strange
Change is strange
Change is strange

Stay on
Stay on
Stay on
Stay on

Or move on
Move on
Move on

Just tell me the truth

I got 27 tons on ice
Thinking that this must be the price
For making this no good living
The Owner got no moral bone
I been living out here alone
Just trying to get back home

I been running every day and night
Ain’t no end in sight
I’m not feeling alright
Got Both hands in the mason jar
I’ve been out here 40 days so far
Just trying to get back home

Running heavy one more time again
The Dispatcher, well, he aint’ my friend
The Scale master won’t bend
The Banker won’t give no more loans
These logbooks will be my end
I’m just trying to get back home

My brakes are smokin down Deadman Pass
Here dyin’ aint’ just part of our past
I’m headed for the big city
Where I’ll no doubt get hog-tied and bound
Wishing that I wasn’t around
I’m just trying to get back home

I’m a magic bullet
All Shiny and Blue
Take your breath from you

I’m a revolution
Hold you in my arms
Take you out to the farm

Bring your friends along
This is where you all belong

I’m a magic bullet
Take you in my hands
Make you a better man

It’s normal evolution
Give us what you make
Your sacred land and faith

Bring your friends along
This is where you all belong

I’m a magic bullet
Don’t go far astray
There ain’t another way

Bring your friends along
It’s where you all belong
Bring your friends along
It’s where you all belong

Magic bullet

I got a stranger in my head
I got a stranger in my head
Met him down in Texarkana
I had no money
Love or manners
I got a stranger in my head

I dug potatoes like he said
I dug potatoes like he said
Filled up all ten nails
Just to load them pails
Oh this stranger in my head

They always said I’d amount to nothing
Spend all my days drinking something
What they didn’t know is that I’d come to meet
This stranger in my head

I got em all to market like I should
Got em all to market like I should
He said if I did good
I’d get a shovel yes I would
Yeah this stranger in my head

They always said I’d amount to nothing
Spend all my days drinking something
What they didn’t know is that I’d come to meet
This stranger in my head

I hitched the wagon like he knew I could
I hitched that wagon … he knew I could
He said she’d smile at me someday
Saying boy won’t you come my way
Oh that stranger in my head

They always said I’d amount to nothing
Spend all my days drinking something
What they didn’t know is that I’d come to meet
This stranger in my head

You’re a liar
You’re a liar
A town crier
You’re a liar

But hey, it’s Thanksgiving Ya’ll
It’s Thanksgiving Ya’ll
It’s Thanksgiving Ya’ll
It’s Thanksgiving!

Your hair’s on fire
Your hair’s on fire
Got guns for hire
Your hair’s on fire

But hey, it’s Thanksgiving Ya’ll
It’s Thanksgiving Ya’ll
It’s Thanksgiving Ya’ll
It’s Thanksgiving!

Ahh … Ah
Ahh … Ah

Tow the line
Tow the line
Nullify
Toe the line
But hey, it’s Thanksgiving Ya’ll
It’s Thanksgiving Ya’ll
It’s Thanksgiving Ya’ll
It’s Thanksgiving

Snakes alive
Snakes alive
A big beehive
Snakes alive

But hey, it’s Thanksgiving Ya’ll
It’s Thanksgiving Ya’ll
It’s Thanksgiving Ya’ll
It’s Thanksgiving!

Ahh … Ah
Ahh … Ah

Ahh … Ah
Ahh … Ah

They got what’s mine
They got what’s mine
I’m in a bind
They got what’s mine

But hey, it’s Thanksgiving Ya’ll
It’s Thanksgiving Ya’ll
It’s Thanksgiving Ya’ll
It’s Thanksgiving!

It’s Thanksgiving you all
It’s Thanksgiving you all
It’s Thanksgiving you all
It’s Thanksgiving

Goin’ down to the swamp
Ain’t going there to talk
Goin’ down into that dark
Where the Devil’s dogs just don’t bark

You took my angel baby
With that dust that you make
You shook my soul and maybe
Your eyes are what they take

Down, Down
In Moccasin Lake

She was my darlin’ child
Walked down heaven’s aisle
She sang cool breeze in the summertime
Warmed hands … she was oh so kind

I ain’t gonna pray for forgiveness
Ain’t gonna pray for my heart
Ain’t gonna pray for no sunshine Lord
Out here in the dark

Down, Down
In Moccasin Lake

Old book talk eye for eye
Old book talk tooth for tooth
You gonna look in a thousand eyes
For my baby that you took
Back with your kind

Down, down
In Moccasin Lake
Down, down
In Moccasin Lake

I’ve been brought down
Been built up too
Been praised for my beauty
And traded for something new

Been carried away
And brought back too

We should have seen it coming
I’ve got the Concrete Blues

I carried the water
From mountain to sea
But they did all they could
To try to stop me

They got ahold of my wrists
And my feet too

Should have seen it coming
I’ve got the Concrete Blues

They painted their signs
Got them up in time
I built all their houses
Let em all unwind

I been taken away
And brought back too

Should have seen it coming
I’ve got the Concrete Blues

Mr. Engineer man
Said I ain’t right
But I won’t give up
Without a fight
I’m just biding my time … until they take that too

Should have seen it coming
It’s called the Concrete Blues
Should have seen it coming
It’s the Concrete Blues.

Sail on big John
You know they got you all wrong
Eat their Chili today
Some Apple pie on the way

You could say, say, say what they want you to say
But won’t do, do, do what they want anyway

Sail on Big John
Make America strong
Down on Mobile Bay
In the saddle today

You could say, say, say what they want you to say
But won’t do, do, do what they want anyway

Sail on Big John
Can’t you find your way home
You make the team if you won’t
You know the do’s and the dont’s

You could say, say, say what they want you to say
But won’t do, do, do what they want anyway

You could say, say, say what they want you to say
But won’t do, do, do what they want anyway

Sail on Big John
Sail on Big John
Sail on Big John
Sail on Big John

Dimes
Come on time
All sparkle and shine
Spread them out in a line
But nickels come hard

Pain
Lives in these hands
With so much to say
Just not today
There’s much to be done

The sun
Brings you light
In your days
Even into your nights
Here it’s just dark
Here it’s just dark

But it’ll be alright
It’ll be alright
It’ll be alright

© 2022 Randy Lee Riviere

You’re alive
You survived
So drive

Blue skies
In your eyes
Drive
Drive

Green hillsides
Daydreams a mile high
Drive
Drive

Drive, drive, let’s ride
Drive, drive, let’s ride
Drive, drive, let’s ride
Drive, drive, let’s ride

© 2017 Randy Lee Riviere