She played third base on a softball team
Had a pretty good arm and a real nice swing
I was workin' part time out at Gentry's farm
Had a 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"

[Chorus:]
One of these days, I'm gonna have to grow up
Have to get real jobs and be adult some day, 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 hanging 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 blasting we never knew how much we really had it made
Without a care in the world we'd say

[Chorus]

Have to show some maturity, responsibility
Pay the ole 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 adult some day, 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

Copyright: CAROL VINCENT & ASSOC LLC
Writer(s): MURPHY