Concrete Man Blues

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