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 icecream 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 Oh the old swimmin' hole her cool waters 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 [ harmonica ] 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 Oh the old swimmin' hole...
