My dad lives on a dirt road in Nova Scotia. They've been talking about paving that road for the past forty years and it seams to come up every provincial election. In fact, when I wrote this song back in 1990, there was a paved road that ended on the county line (in the middle of the woods) about two miles from the farm. The paved side of the line had voted for the government, our side chose another less powerful party. Provincial politics at it's best!