Paint It Blue

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 a while
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