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.

　　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 got a laptop

　　that sits on a desk

　　I don’t use it much

　　except to check

　　On some ole car

　　from yesterday

　　I kinda like that

　　music thang

　　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 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

　　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

　　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

　　Yeah bologna,

　　a woman’s love

　　and a good cell