I remember the day when the dirt road was paved
Six years old is enough to know that you don't want change
I remember the night Mama tried not to cry
And hide her eyes from the three little boys by her side
I remember the time I said I don't wanna die
Country boys...well they know how to fight
I'd like to take every bit of that gravel away
Some things won't ever change
I remember the day that my tears hit your grave
You know me, well I've always got something to say
I remember the cold, and how it stung through my coat
It's late February in Arlington, and I just wish we were home
I just can't help but to think that you're watching us now
You still make us so proud
I remember the day when the dirt road was paved
I've grown old.
It's old enough to know that you can't stop change