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I remember the day when the dirt road was pavedSix years old is enough to know that you don't want changeI remember the night Mama tried not to cryAnd hide her eyes from the three little boys by her sideI remember the time I said I don't wanna dieCountry boys...well they know how to fightI'd like to take every bit of that gravel awaySome things won't ever changeI remember the day that my tears hit your graveYou know me, well I've always got something to sayI remember the cold, and how it stung through my coatIt's late February in Arlington, and I just wish we were homeI just can't help but to think that you're watching us nowYou still make us so proudI remember the day when the dirt road was pavedI've grown old.It's old enough to know that you can't stop change From Letras Mania