Song Description
Uptempo positive country song
Song Length |
3:24 |
Genre |
Country - Traditional |
Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
In High Spirits |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
We ain't drivin' cars that fly
Or ridin' time machines
We ain't livin' good as they said we would
In those grade school magazines
Those rocket packs we'd wear on our backs
Will have to wait a year or two
I should write a letter to My Weekly Reader
'Cause from my point of view
The future ain't what it used to be
Now we're here, it's nothin' like TV
I miss my youth, but to tell the truth
I'm the same old me
It's just, the future ain't what it used to be
Girl, you ain't sittin' in a pure white kitchen
In a mansion by the sea
With a maid on duty and a warm Jacuzzi
Just for you and me
No, we ain't gotten to the high cotton
That I promised you we would
Just a happy home with a garden gnome
In a friendly neighborhood
The future ain't what it used to be
Now we're here, it's nothin' like TV
I miss my youth, but to tell the truth
It's OK with me
That the future ain't what it used to be
Then one night, the doctor announces
A little gift, six pounds, eight ounces
Now the future ain't what it used to be
Now she's here, I see it differently
I miss my youth, but to tell the truth
It ain't all about me
The future ain't
I've got no complaint
The future ain't what it used to be