I gave up the fast lane for a blacktop county road
Just burned out 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 canât imagine why
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Still I get restless and drive into town
I cruise once down Main Street and turn back around
Itâs crazy but God knows I donât 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 peace of mind with just a fishinâ pole
And you can walk the river for miles and miles on end
And never stop believinâ in that dream around the bend
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Deep down in the winter time slows to a crawl
Thereâs really nothinâ much to do until the first spring thaw
Itâs then I get to thinkinâ I must have gone insane
Old memories roll through my mind like a long slow railroad train