From wistful memories of youthful freedom to bittersweet reflections on the passage of time, this song beautifully encapsulates the journey of growing up in a small town. The narrator reminisces about their restless spirit and rebellious adventures with a kindred soul, painting vivid pictures of teenage escapades and dreams of breaking free. The lyrics speak to the universal desire to leave a mark, to paint the town red with experiences that defy the mundane. Yet, as they look back, there's a poignant recognition of how those dreams and friendships have faded, much like the unscheduled train stops and the once-promising cornfield town. It's an anthem of nostalgia, capturing the essence of youthful rebellion and the heartache of moving on. #Nostalgia #YouthfulRebellion
Paint This Town
Lyrics
Ever since I was a young boy
I had a wandering soul
I walked and crawled across six state lines
By the time I was eight years old
I landed in some cornfield
They called a town on the grow
So I climbed up on that water tower man
But the city was a no show
And that's when I spied you and we didn't mind
All night truck stops, drive-ins, dives
We were teenage troubadours hopping on boxcars for a hell of a one-way ride
It's just a Waffle House jukebox
My brains are scattered around
But one of these days you and me babe
We're gonna spill the whole bucket
And paint this town
Paint this town
Paint it red and white for Old Glory
Paint it blue for the cops tailing your old man's Ford
Shimmy up them power lines and paint some anarchy signs
'Cause that's what you do when you're fifteen years old
We'll paint it yellow for a warning
They'll never take us alive
Now we've given our hearts to this heartbreak city
Where farm kids go to make out or die
It's just a Waffle House jukebox
My brains are scattered around
But one of these days you and me babe
We're gonna spill the whole bucket
And paint this town
Paint this town
Now the train don't stop like it used to
Interstate missed by more than a mile
Still all these trailer park kids they grow up thinking this
Is a place they will survive
And you and me babe we faded away
Like the yearbook page foretold
Now all I got left is the dirt under my fingernails from we went digging for gold
It's just a Waffle House jukebox
Bright lights spinning around
But one of these days it just might light your way
Make you spill the whole damn bucket
And paint this town
Paint this town
Paint this town
Writer(s): Jim Lauderdale, Ketch Secor
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Bluewater Music Corp., DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
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