Karaoké 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 whippoor will 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 fifty inch HD plasma feels like they just reach out and grab you

Five hundread 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 whippoor will down a country road

The grass between my toes and that sunset sinking low

And a good woman's love to hold me close

Oh oh

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

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 OK

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 whippoor will 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 Bologna a woman's love and a good cell phone