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She Cplayed third base on a Gsoftball team Had a Fpretty good arm and a Greal nice swing I was Cworkin part time at GGentry's farm Had a Fthing for a girl in aG uniform After the game she was my young, wild and Ffree Yea, Gold Mister CGentry was pretty cool He Fsaid, "Son I know where I'd be And what GI would say it was me."
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But one of these Cdays Where going to Ghave to grow up and gFet real jobs AndG be adults, some daCy,G but not Ftoday G Have to Cworry about things out of Gour control Love Fkids lovin' money and Ggetting old somedaCy G Just notF todaGy, just not toCday.
I had a rope swing hangin' from a Sicomor tree By a deep little spot on White Sand Creek Use to walk barefoot down a little dirty path We would throw out the beach towels and lay on our backs Had 4 x 4 wheel drive truck parked up in the shade With those speakers blastin' we never new how much we had it made With out a care in the world we'd say. Chorus
Have to Fshow some maturity, Cresponsibility, pay the Gole fiddler CFace reality Fmaybe tomorrow The Colder, wiser and Gwe'll be
God love us will be. Chorus