Intro: A F D E
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."
But one of these days
Where going to have to grow up and get real jobs
E A E D E
And be adults, some day, but not today
Have to worry about things out of our control
D E A E
Love kids lovin' money and getting old someday
D# F A#
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.
D# A# F
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.