More songs by Lanie Gardner
Description
A black Mustang, a cloud of smoke, and boots that are too clean - it's immediately clear that he didn't come here to put down roots. This kind of “cowboy” takes tenderness with him like a bouquet of wildflowers, leaving only gray asphalt behind. The lights of the city shine in his eyes, but everything alive withers faster next to them. The wild flowers of the south are not meant for concrete, and a concrete heart is not made for love.
Lyrics and translation
Original
You rolled into town
Black Mustang and a smoke cloud
No southern drawl when you speak
And those boots a little too clean
Saw something that you liked
Thought you’d try it on for size
Now ain’t that right
Did it feel nice
Was it worth it to get a taste of that honeysuckle
Tell me, was it worth it to break her heart
Concrete cowboy
Shouldn’t have loved her if you didn’t know how, boy
Pulled a wildflower out of southern ground
And watched the color fade out
Fell for those city lights in your eyes
But she couldn’t survive your heart of concrete, cowboy
Said you wanted something real
But you’ll never know how that feels
If you keep on playing house
And you keep on burning it down
Well I guess you had your fun
Didn’t last a couple months
Was that enough
To leave it in the dust?
Concrete cowboy
Shouldn’t have loved her if you didn’t know how, boy
Pulled a wildflower out of southern ground
And watched the color fade out
Fell for those city lights in your eyes
But she couldn’t survive your heart of concrete, cowboy
But she couldn’t survive your heart of concrete, cowboy
Was it worth it to get a taste of that honeysuckle
Tell me, was it worth it to break my heart
Concrete cowboy
Shouldn’t have loved her if you didn’t know how, boy
Pulled a wildflower out of southern ground
And watched the color fade out
Fell for those city lights in your eyes
But she couldn’t survive your heart of concrete, cowboy