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 a thing for a girl in a 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."
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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.
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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.
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