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

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Writer(s): ALAN JACKSON