She played third base on a softball team
Had a pretty good arm and real nice swing
I was workin' part-time out at Gentry's farm
Had a thing for a girl in a uniform
And after the game she was mine, young, wild and free
Yeah, old Mr. Gentry was pretty cool
He said son, "I know where I'd be
And what I'd say if it was me"
But, one of these days
We're 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 gettin' old, someday
Just not today, just not today
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Had a rope swing hangin' from a sycamore tree
By a deep little spot on white sand creek
Used to walk barefoot, down a little dirt path
We'd throw out the beach towels and lay on our backs
Had four-wheel drive trucks parked up in the shade
With those speakers blastin' we never knew, how much we really had it made
Without a care in a world, we'd say
One of these days
We're 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 gettin' old, someday
Just not today, just not today
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Have to show some maturity, responsibility
Pay the old fiddler, face reality
Maybe tomorrow, the older and wiser we'll be
God love us, we'll be
One of these days
We're 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 gettin' old, someday
Just not today, just not today
Just not today
Just not today