Lyrics Paint The Town Beige - Robert Earl Keen

Paint The Town Beige

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