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...