Paint the Town Beige

I gave up the fast lane

For a blacktop county road

Just burned out on all that talk

About my mother love

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