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 back even if I could.      Chorus:   But I still like balogna 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.      Chorus:   But I still like balogna 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.      --- Instrumental ---   Aha      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.      Chorus:   But I still like balogna 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.      Chorus:   But I still like balogna 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, balogna, a woman's love   And a good cell phone