There’s satellite
communications
Long distance
internet relations
The world’s a little
faster every day
I know it’s all well
and good
And I don’t embrace it
like I should
But I wouldn’t wanna go
backwards even if I could
But I still like bologna
on white bread now and then
And the sound
of a whippoorwill down
a country road.
The grass between my toes
and that sunset sinking low
And a good woman’s love
to hold me close
I like my 50 inch HD plasma
Feels like they just
reach out and grab you,
500 channels at my command.
I finally gave in
and got a cell phone.
That I hardly ever seem
to turn on.
I guess I never had
that much to say.
But I still like bologna
on white bread now and then
And the sound
of a whippoorwill down
a country road.
The grass between my toes
and that sunset sinking low
And a good woman’s love
to hold me close
I got a laptop
that sits on a desk
I don’t use it much
except to check
On some ole car
from yesterday
I kinda like that
music thang
You just download 'em
and you can save about
Every song that's
ever been made
But I still like bologna
on white bread now and then
And the sound
of a whippoorwill down
a country road.
The grass between my toes
and that sunset sinking low
And a good woman’s love
to hold me close
Well I guess what I’ve
been trying to say
This digital world is okay
It makes life better
in a lot of ways
But it can’t make
the smell of spring
Or sunshine or
lots of little things we
take for granted every day
But I still like bologna
on white bread now and then
And the sound
of a whippoorwill down
a country road.
The grass between my toes
and that sunset sinking low
And a good woman’s love
to hold me close
Yeah bologna,
a woman’s love
and a good cell