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“Paint This Town” is the first single from Old Crow Medicine Show's album 'Paint This Town'. Listen here and order the album on limited edition vinyl, CD, and digital formats: https://atorecords-ffm.com/album_ptt FOLLOW OLD CROW MEDICINE SHOW https://www.crowmedicine.com/ https://www.instagram.com/crowmedicine/ https://www.facebook.com/OldCrowMedicineShow https://twitter.com/crowmedicine Director: Travis Nicholson Producer: Randa Newman PA: Carter Maggi Pinto Edit / VFX: Wes Edwards Color: John Buchanan Casting: Cori Laemmel Special Thanks: The Theater Bug  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 8 years old And 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 box cars 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 15 years old We’ll paint it yellow for a warning They’ll never take us alive 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 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