I gave up the fast lane for a blacktop county road.
Just burned out on all that talk about the mother lode
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
I cruise once down Main street and turn back around.
It's crazy but God knows I don't act my age
Like and 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.
Old memories roll through my mind like a long slow railroad train.

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 and old desperado who paints the town beige.

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Writer(s): ROBERT EARL KEEN