Lyrics

They say there's a price on my head And that I'm better off dead But that sheriff better keep this in mind I'll sure be hard to find I give up so much of me I should probably be charging a fee You say that you don't like me and I'm wrong I bet you're gonna love the way I'm gone I ain't too concerned with my name 'Cause I know it won't be on my grave But I ain't gonna hang my head down and cry 'Cause I know where I'm going when I die The bright lights shining in this city Remind me of the time when she was with me It's the same old feeling, nothing new So I'm fixing to paint it blue Blue I might be down in Texas after awhile Or Louisiana in style But I'll tell you what I'm really gonna do I'm fixing to paint it blue And i'm fixing to paint it blue Yes, I'm fixing to paint it blue You know I'm fixing to paint it blue Lord, I'm fixing to paint it blue