There's satellite communications
Long distance Internet relations
The world's a little faster every dayNow 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 couldBut 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 closeI like my 50 inch HD plasma
Feels like they just reach out and grab you
500 channels at my commandI finally gave in and got a cell phone
That I hardly ever seem to turn on
I guess I never had that much to sayAnd 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 closeI got a laptop that sits on a desk
I don't use it much except to check on
Some old car from yesterdayI kinda like that music thing
You just download 'em
And you can save about every song
That's ever been madeBut 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 closeWell, I guess what I've been trying to say
This digital world is okay
It makes life better in a lot of waysBut it can't make the smell of spring
Or sunshine or lots of little things
We take for granted every dayOh, 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 old sunset sinking low
And a good woman's love to hold me close
Yeah, bologna, a woman's love, and a good cell phone