Intro: She played third base on a softball team Had a pretty good arm and a real nice swing I was workin part time at Gentry’s farm Had thing for girl in uniform After the game she was my young wild and free Yea old Mister Gentry was pretty cool He said "Son I know where I’d be And what I would say it was me." Chorus But one of these days Where going to have to grow up and get real jobs And be adults some day but not today Have to worry about things out of our control Love kids lovin’ money and getting old someday Just not today just not today. I had a rope swing hangin’ from a Sicomor tree By a deep little spot on White Sand Creek Use to walk barefoot down a little dirty path We would throw out the beach towels and lay on our backs Had 4 x 4 wheel drive truck parked up in the shade With those speakers blastin’ we never new how much we had it made With out a care in the world we’d say. Chorus Have to show some maturity responsibility pay the ole fiddler Face reality maybe tomorrow The older wiser and we’ll be God love us will be. Chorus