I Still Like Bologna

There's satellite communications Long distance internet relations The world's a little faster every day I know it's all well and good And I don't embrace it like I should But I wouldn't wanna go backwards even if I could But I still like bologna on white bread now and then And the sound of a whippoorwill down a country road The grass between my toes, and that sunset sinking low And a good woman's love to hold me close I like my 50-inch HD plasma Feels like they just reach out and grab you 500 channels at my command I finally gave in and got a cell phone That I hardly ever seem to turn on I guess I never had that much to say And I still like bologna on white bread now and then And the sound of a whippoorwill down a country road The grass between my toes, and that sunset sinking low And a good woman's love to hold me close I got a laptop that sits on a desk I don't use it much except to check on Some old car from yesterday I kinda like that music thing You just download 'em, and you can save about Every song that's ever been made But I still like bologna on white bread now and then And the sound of a shovelhead down a gravel road The grass between my toes, and that sunset sinking low And a good woman's love to hold me close Well I guess what I've been trying to say This digital world is okay It makes life better in a lot of ways But it can't make the smell of spring Or sunshine or lots of little things We take for granted every day Oh, and I still like bologna on white bread now and then And the sound of a whippoorwill down a country road The grass between my toes, that ol' sunset sinking low And a good woman's love to hold me close Yeah, bologna A woman's love And a good cell phone