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A Bigger Piece of Sky
2008.11.06
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Paint the Town Beige
Robert Earl Keen 1992
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 and 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.
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 an old desperado who paints the town beige.
