CONCRETE PASTURES 

See that Starbucks store
See that traffic light
Well it might be hard to believe
This used to be my grandpa's farm
Now concrete pastures is all I see

They call it progress 
Say look how far we've come
Pockets filled with profit and greed

They never thought about the lives that lived back then
Now concrete pastures is all I see

That parking lot was an apple grove
Where my grandpa and his brothers used to play
They'd lie on their backs and feel that warm sunshine
I'm just glad they're not here today

As I pulled into that EZ mart to full my truck with gasoline
I can almost feel that warm sunshine
Concrete pastures is all I see

Yeah concrete pastures is all we see