Raggadubbacrete
Well he, ended up here
Heading, from way past there
And he's, tried to make it something
And he's, knew he had the way
Well that six string was a ticket
Out of town and for a ride
To those, high rise and all those dreams
Concrete and palm trees, is all he'd seen
To those, high rise and all those dreams
Concrete and palm trees, thought he'd seen
Well he, met all bad kids
And he, fell in just fine
And all, match the road to him
He was, right there on time
But that cocaine and the cheever
Took him out and that's for sure
To those, high rise and all those dreams
Concrete and palm trees, thought he'd seen
To those, high rise and all those dreams
Concrete and palm trees, thought he'd seen
Well he, end up in jail
In a, 10 by 10 cell
Feeling, full jones withdrawl
Feeling, a lot like hell
But his guitar was the ticket yes
Out of this mess, out alive
Well he, finally made and wound up clean
Concrete and palm trees, were pretty sweet
Well he, finally made and wound up clean
Concrete and palm trees, were pretty sweet
High rise and all those streets
Concrete and palm trees, were bitter sweet
High rise and all those streets
Concrete and palm trees, were bitter sweet
Raggadubbacrete
Bom, ele, acabou aqui
Vindo de um lugar distante
E ele, tentou fazer disso algo
E ele, sabia que tinha o caminho
Bom, aquela guitarra era um bilhete
Pra sair da cidade e dar uma volta
Pra aqueles, prédios altos e todos aqueles sonhos
Concreto e palmeiras, era tudo que ele via
Pra aqueles, prédios altos e todos aqueles sonhos
Concreto e palmeiras, achou que tinha visto
Bom, ele, conheceu todos os moleques do mal
E ele, se deu bem
E tudo, combinava com a estrada pra ele
Ele estava, bem a tempo
Mas aquela cocaína e o cheever
Tiraram ele de cena e isso é certo
Pra aqueles, prédios altos e todos aqueles sonhos
Concreto e palmeiras, achou que tinha visto
Pra aqueles, prédios altos e todos aqueles sonhos
Concreto e palmeiras, achou que tinha visto
Bom, ele, acabou na cadeia
Em uma, cela de 3 por 3
Sentindo, a abstinência pesada
Sentindo, como se estivesse no inferno
Mas sua guitarra era o bilhete, sim
Pra sair dessa bagunça, vivo
Bom, ele, finalmente se recuperou e ficou limpo
Concreto e palmeiras, eram bem legais
Bom, ele, finalmente se recuperou e ficou limpo
Concreto e palmeiras, eram bem legais
Prédios altos e todas aquelas ruas
Concreto e palmeiras, eram agridoce
Prédios altos e todas aquelas ruas
Concreto e palmeiras, eram agridoce