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 [Incomprehensible]
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 piece of mind with just a fishing pole
And you can walk the river for miles and miles on end
And never stop believing in that dream around the bend
But still I get restless and drive into town
My radio playing, my window roll 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 thinking 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 unwind
It's crazy but God knows I don't act my age
Like those old desperadoes who paint the town beige
I gave up the fast lane
