(Bill Anderson)      To a boy who grew up walking in the woods   And the fields of South Carolina   This big ole city feels hard underneath my feet   And to a kid who ain't never heard a noise   A whole lot louder than a freight train   I get scared sometimes just standing here along the street.      Concrete, concrete, everywhere I turn there's concrete   Found in the pavement day after day I wanna go home   Where the sun shines and the tall pines   and the earth and the heavens meet   I'd rather starve on a poor dirt farm   Than to stay here surrounded by the concrete   'Cause it's turnin' me into concrete.      My kids ain't never gone wadin' in a creek   Or cuttin' down cane for fishing   They've never seen a blackberry growin' wild   Sometimes I get to missin' it so I almost take to crying    I'm cursed with the body of a man   And the heart of a child.      Concrete, concrete, everywhere I turn there's concrete   Found in the pavement day after day I wanna go home   Where the sun shines and the tall pines   and the earth and the heavens meet   I'd rather starve on a poor dirt farm   Than to stay here surrounded by the concrete   'Cause it's turnin' me into concrete...