Blacktop

This ain't no song about the good old days 'Cept for times and the easy ways Or how I long for an old dirt road Greener grass or a lighter load I was glad to see the blacktop When they laid it down in sixty-five Yeah, I was glad to see the blacktop No more dust in my eyes Rain would fall and the mud would rise Through my toes in the summer time August heat would dry that clay Dust went flying like a dandelion I was glad to see the blacktop When they laid it down in sixty-five Yeah, I was glad to see the blacktop No more dust in my eyes Stubbed my toes on rocks and stones Slipped and fell in old potholes Watched my mama shake that line Dust them clothes off hanging in the hot sunshine I was glad to see the blacktop When they laid it down in sixty-five Yeah, I was glad to see the blacktop No more dust in my eyes --- Blacktop - Alan Jackson