Texty piesní Robert Earl Keen

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 the motherlode

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 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

But still I get restless and drive into town

My radio playin', my window rolled 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 nothin' much to do until the first spring thaw

It's then I get to thinkin' 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 unwound

It's crazy but God knows I don't act my age

Like those old desperados who paint the town beige

I gave up the fast lane