She played third base on a softball team   Had a pretty good arm and real nice swing   I was workin part out at Gentry's farm   I had thing for a girl in a uniform   After the game she was mine, young, wild and free   Yeah old Mr. Gentry was pretty cool   He said son I'd know where I'd be   And what I'd say if it was me      [Chorus]   One of these days   Were guna have to grow up   Have to get real jobs and be adults, someday   Just not today   Have to worry about things out of our control   Like kids, love and money and gettin old, someday   Just not today, just not today      Had a rope swing hangin from a sycamore tree   By a deep wood spot on white sand creek   Used to walk barefoot, down a little dirt path   We'd through out the beach towels and   Lay on our backs   Had four wheel drive trucks parked up in the shade   With those speakers blasted   We never knew how much we really had it made,   Without a care in a world we'd say      [Repeat Chorus]      Have to show some maturity, responsibility   Pay the old fiddler, face reality   Maybe tomorrow the order of wise   Will be, god love us we'll be      [Repeat Chorus]      Just not today   Just not today