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.

CHORUS:
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.

CHORUS:
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.

CHORUS:
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

Writer : ROBERT EARL KEEN
Copyright : Lyrics © BUG MUSIC