Concrete Man Blues - Cherry Poppin' Daddies

He was a certified union man

Layer of concrete he worked with his hands

Past the kids at the screen door and the dog on the porch

He did the floppy boot workin' man’s march

He was at peace with the ways of the world

Had no religion, no mystical urge

Just plainspoken wisdom and respect for the truth

With the occasional taste for a glass of vermouth

Somebody stole his ol' pickup truck

He done got stood up by Lady Luck

The profits, the bosses, the winter with its ice

You’ll get no mercy so expect to sacrifice

But I still remember

How streetlights sparkled in the snow

That don’t happen no more for me

And that’s got to be the saddest thing I know

There’s got to be a brighter star

Up above for my babies who I love

My sweet angels have dirty faces

They’re like jewels in secret hiding places

Well, the kids have got their birthdays soon

And the dog is howlin' at the moon

Aw, get him to shut up, hit him with a shoe

Take another shot, what’s a good man to do?

And this one could only take so much

When icy winter had us in its clutch

Christmas is here and we ain’t got a tree

Great God Almighty, better get one for free

I threw my leg over a windowsill

I tell ya thievin' was a bitter pill

Now the cops are out front, I’m ashamed, I done wrong

Life’s gotta be more than some shitty country song