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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
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I gave up the fast lane
Like those old desperadoes who paint the town beige
It's crazy but God knows I don't act my age
Watch the world through a windshield as it all comes unwind
Still I get restless and drive into town
Memories roll through my mind like a long slow railroad train
It's then I get to thinking I must have gone insane
There's really nothing much to do until the first spring thaw
Deep down in the winter, time slows to a crawl
Like an old desperado who paints the town beige
It's crazy but God knows I don't act my age
My radio playing, my window roll down
But still I get restless and drive into town
And never stop believing in that dream around the bend
And you can walk the river for miles and miles on end
You can find your piece of mind with just a fishing pole
Down along the river, past the swimming hole
Like an old desperado who paints the town beige
It's crazy but God knows I don't act my age
I cruise once down Main street and turn back around
Still I get restless and drive into town
When I miss the good old days I can't imagine why
I traded for a songbird, a bigger piece of sky
Just burned out on all that talk about [Incomprehensible]
I gave up the fast lane for a blacktop county road
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