Cinderblock Walls - Jim White

Christ almighty life’s a hurricane

I got a broke umbrella in this yellow rain

'Tween the errs of Eve and the mark of Cain

But I can’t break free of this being born stain

'Cause them cinderblock walls

They don’t fall down

They don’t fall down

Not without being hammered on

Now my woman say she love me but how’s that true

When she beats me with her tongue till I’m black and blue?

It’s a camels back and Lord I ain’t got a clue

When that last straw hits quite what I’ll do

'Cause them cinderblock walls

They don’t fall down

They don’t fall down

Not without being hammered on

Been sitting twenty damn years beneath the money tree

Wondering why the hell the fruit won’t fall for me

See my dirt poor palms stretched out in vain

While the moths of poverty eat holes in my brain

And them cinderblock walls

They don’t fall down

They don’t fall down

Not without being hammered on

Now like all cinderblock men, inside I’m hollow

My dreams dried up and soon my pride followed

Guess they’ll write on my tombstone the day I’m gone

This one here got tired of being hammered on

'Cause them cinderblock walls

They don’t fall down

They don’t fall down

Not without being hammered on

Hammered on

Hammered on

Hammered on