Paint The Town Beige - Robert Earl Keen

I gave up the fast lane for a blacktop county road

Just burned out on all that talk about the motherlode

I traded for a songbird, a bigger piece of sky

When I miss the good old days, I can’t imagine why

Still I get restless and drive into town

I cruise once down Main Street and turn back around

It’s crazy, but God knows I don’t act my age

Like an old desperado who paints the town beige

Down along the river, past the swimming hole

You can find your peace of mind with just a fishing pole

And you can walk the river for miles and miles on end

And never stop believin' in that dream around the bend

But still I get restless and drive into town

My radio playing, my window rolled down

It’s crazy, but God knows I don’t act my age

Like an old desperado who paints the town beige

Deep down in the winter, time slows to a crawl

There’s really nothing much to do until the first spring thaw

It’s then I get to thinkin' I must have gone insane

Memories roll through my mind like a long slow railroad train

Still I get restless and drive into town

Watch the world through a windshield as it all comes unwound

It’s crazy, but God knows I don’t act my age

Like those old desperados who paint the town beige

I gave up the fast lane