I Still Like Bologna Lyrics

by Alan Jackson

There's satellite communications
Long distance Internet relations
The world's a little faster every day

Now 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 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