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 mine, young, wild and free
Yea, old Mister Gentry was pretty cool
He said, "Son I know where I'd be
And what I'd say it was me."

But one of these days
We're going to have to grow up and get real jobs
And be adults, some day, justt not today
Have to worry about things out of our control
Like kids, love, money and getting old someday
Just not today, just not today.

I had a rope swing hangin' from a Sycamore 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 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.

But one of these days
We're going to 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, money and getting old someday
Just not today, just not today.

Have to show some maturity, responsibility
Pay the ole fiddle, face reality
Maybe tomorrow, the older, and wiser we'll be
God love us we'll be.

One of these days
We're going to have to grow up, have to get real jobs
And be adults, some day, just not today
Have to worry about things out of our control
Like kids, love, money and getting old someday
Just not today, just not today.

Just not today, just not today...