Paint The Town Beige

I gave up the fast lane for a blacktop county road. Just burned out on all that talk about the mother lode I traded for a songbird and 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 and past the swimming hole You can find your piece of mind with just a fishin' pole. And you can walk the river for miles and miles on end And never stop believin' in that dream around the bend. 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 and old desperado who paints the town beige. Deep down in the winter time slows to a crawl. There's really nothin' much to do until the first spring thaw. It's then I get to thinkin' I must have gone insane. Old memories roll through my mind like a long slow railroad train. 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 and old desperado who paints the town beige. --- Paint the Town Beige - Robert Earl Keen, Jr.