Paint The Town Beige

D D/C# D/B D/A G G/F# Em i gave up the fast lane for a blacktop county road D A just burned out all that talk about the mother lode D D/C# D/B D/A G G/F# Em i traded for a songbird and a bigger piece of sky D A D when i miss the good old days , i cant imagine why Chorus : G D still i get restless and drive into town A D i cruise once down main street and turn back around G D its crazy but god knows i dont act my age A D like an old desperado who paints the town beige D D/C# D/B D/A down along the river and past the swimming hole you can find your peace 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 deep down in the winter time slows to a crawl theres really nothin much to do until the first spring thaw its then i get to thinkin i must have gone insane old memories roll through my mind like a long slow railroad train