The Old Swimming Hole - David Ferguson

Written by：Jack Clement

Boring through the mountains by passing the towns

Interstate 90 is a sight to behold

But that monument to progress and engineering skill

Has covered up the old swimmin' hole

Thirty feet straight up from where the old hole stood

They sell twenty kinds of ice cream and the food is good

But it never can compare with the food for the soul

You could get for a dip in the old swimmin' hole

The old swimmin' hole her cool water's ran deep

Felt good to a boy he with mud on his feet

And I'm wishing these days I could strip to my soul

And go for a dip in the old swimmin' hole

A symbol of our great and affluent society

Interstate 90 fulfillment of our goals

But that masterpiece of human ingenuity

Has covered up the old swimmin' hole

Gone the wooden schoolhouse the old country store

The winding dirt road that's winding no more

And the old swimmin' hole hears the sound of speeding wheels

Entombed beneath a blanket of concrete and steel

The old swimmin' hole her cool water's ran deep

Felt good to a boy with mud on his feet

And I'm wishing these days I could strip to my soul

And go for a dip in the old swimmin' hole

And go for a dip in the old swimmin' hole