She played third base on a softball team Had a pretty good arm and real nice swing I was working part out at Gentry´s farm I had a thing for a girl in a uniform
After the game she was mine, young, wild and free Yeah old Mr. Gentry was pretty cool He said son I´d know where I´d be And what I´d say if it was me
One of these days Were gonna have to grow up Have to get real jobs and be adults, someday Just not today Have to worry about things out of our control Like kids, love and money and getting old, someday Just not today, just not today
Had a rope swing hanging from a sycamore tree By a deep wood spot on white sand creek Used to walk barefoot, down a little dirt path
We´d through out the beach towels and Lay on our backs Had four wheel drive trucks parked up in the shade With those speakers blasted We never knew how much we really had it made Without a care in a world we´d say
One of these days Were gonna have to grow up Have to get real jobs and be adults, someday Just not today Have to worry about things out of our control Like kids, love and money and getting old, someday Just not today, just not today
Have to show some maturity, responsibility Pay the old fiddler, face reality Maybe tomorrow the order of wise Will be, god love us we´ll be
One of these days Were gonna have to grow up Have to get real jobs and be adults, someday Just not today Have to worry about things out of our control Like kids, love and money and getting old, someday Just not today, just not today
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