BMI Work #: 9166047
Painting A Small Town Blue (Larry W. Jones 10/07/2007) (song#5044)

Well, I used to drive the fast lane
Now I just drive on blacktop roads
I know it don't feel quite the same
But I'm rid of those heavy loads
Now I listen to the bluebirds
As they go winging freely by
But once in awhile it occurs
That I recall another time

And that's when I get so restless
And that's when I drive back downtown
Cruise the same old drag down Broadway
End up at the same turn-a-round
I know it all sounds a bit strange
It's so sad but it's all too true
I'm still dreaming of the fast lane
While I'm painting a small town blue

I still drive down by the river
And take out my old fishing pole
But peace of mind I find never
Coming from that old fishing hole
And I still walk along the stream
A mile or two around the bend
Guess I'm still looking for that dream
Somewhere down at the rainbow's end

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And that's when I get so restless
And that's when I drive back downtown
Tune the radio to country
End up with the same cryin' sound
I know it all sounds a bit strange
It's so sad but it's all too true
I'm still dreaming of the fast lane
While I'm painting a small town blue

I know it all sounds a bit strange
It's so sad but it's all too true
I'm still dreaming of the fast lane
While I'm painting a small town blue