Concrete Town
Words and Music by Kenan Rainwater

I’ve got a secret to tell
My soul.s not up for sale
I have to make a living
Even if it drags me through hell

I’ve borrowed a time or two
Credit cards just a few
Don’t remember what I bought
But I’ll bet my lenders do

I will not live like this 
I will not be locked down
I will not do my time
In this concrete town

So don’t tell me
No don’t tell me
Don’t tell me
This is all life has for me

I could move to the city
or even a small town
But there’s a fear in me
I would only let myself down

A bird in a cage needs freed
A plowed field needs seed
A man needs open spaces
 And fresh air to breath