Текст песни I Still Like Bologna - Alan Jackson

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