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 I had thing for a girl in a uniform 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 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 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 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