MAYBERRY
Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster
Than it did in the old days
So naturally we have more natural disasters
From the strain of a fast pace
Sunday was the day of rest
Now its one more day for progress
And we can't slow down
Cause more is best
It's all an endless process
Well I miss Mayberry
Sittin on the porch drinking ice cold Cherry --- Coke
Where everything is black & white
Pickin on a Six String
Where people pass by and you call them by their first name
Watching the clouds roll by
bye bye
Sometimes I can hear this old earth shouting
Through the trees as the wind blows
Thats when I climb up here on this mountain
To look through God's window
Now I can't fly
But I've got two feet
To get me high up here
Above the noise and city streets
My worries disappear
Well I miss Mayberry
Sittin on the porch drinking ice cold Cherry --- Coke
Where everything is black & white
Pickin on a Six String
Where people pass by and you call them by their first name
Watching the clouds roll by
bye bye
Sometimes I dream I'm driving down an old dirt road
Not even listed on the map
I pass a dad and his son carrying a fishing pole
But I always wake up everytime I try to turn back
Well I miss Mayberry
Sittin on the porch drinking ice cold Cherry Coke
Where everything is black & white
Pickin on a Six String
Where people pass by and you call them by their first name
Watching the clouds roll by
bye bye
Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster
Than it did in the old days
So naturally we have more natural disasters
From the strain of a fast pace
Sunday was the day of rest
Now its one more day for progress
And we can't slow down
Cause more is best
It's all an endless process
Well I miss Mayberry
Sittin on the porch drinking ice cold Cherry --- Coke
Where everything is black & white
Pickin on a Six String
Where people pass by and you call them by their first name
Watching the clouds roll by
bye bye
Sometimes I can hear this old earth shouting
Through the trees as the wind blows
Thats when I climb up here on this mountain
To look through God's window
Now I can't fly
But I've got two feet
To get me high up here
Above the noise and city streets
My worries disappear
Well I miss Mayberry
Sittin on the porch drinking ice cold Cherry --- Coke
Where everything is black & white
Pickin on a Six String
Where people pass by and you call them by their first name
Watching the clouds roll by
bye bye
Sometimes I dream I'm driving down an old dirt road
Not even listed on the map
I pass a dad and his son carrying a fishing pole
But I always wake up everytime I try to turn back
Well I miss Mayberry
Sittin on the porch drinking ice cold Cherry Coke
Where everything is black & white
Pickin on a Six String
Where people pass by and you call them by their first name
Watching the clouds roll by
bye bye
