Paint The Town Beige
Robert Earl Keen

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I gave up the fast lane for a blacktop county road
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Just burned out all that talk about the mother lode
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I traded for a songbird and a bigger piece of sky
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When I miss the good old days, I can’t imagine why
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Still I get restless and drive into town
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I cruise once down Main Street and turn back around
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It’s crazy but God knows I don’t act my age
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Like an old desperado who paints the town beige

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Down along the river and past the swimming hole
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You can find your peace of mind with just a fishin’ pole
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And you can walk the river for miles and miles on end
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And never stop believin’ in that dream around the bend
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Still I get restless and drive into town
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My radio playin' - my windows rolled down
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It’s crazy but God knows I don’t act my age
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Like an old desperado who paints the town beige
 
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Deep down in the winter time slows to a crawl
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There’s really nothin’ much to do until the first spring thaw
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It’s then I get to thinkin’ I must have gone insane
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Old memories roll through my mind like a long slow railroad train
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Still I get restless and drive into town
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Watch the world through the windshield as it all comes unwound
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It’s crazy but God knows I don’t act my age
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Like those old desperados that paints the town beige

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I gave up the fast life