There's satellite communications Long distance Internet relations The world's a little faster every day
Now 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
And 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 old car from yesterday
I kinda like that music thing 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 Chevelle headin' down a gravel 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
Oh, and 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, that old sunset sinking low And a good woman's love to hold me close Yeah, bologna, a woman's love, and a good cell phone
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