Raggadubbacrete - Izzy Stradlin

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