I Miss Mayberry

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Sometimes it feels like this world’s 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 a day of rest now it's one more day for progress And we can't slow down 'cause more is less It's all an endless process I miss Mayberry sitting on the porch drinking ice cold Cherry Coke Where everything is black and white Picking 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 That's when I climb up here on this mountain To look through God's window Now I can't fly but I got two feet That get me high up here Above the noise and city streets my worries disappear I miss Mayberry sitting on the porch drinking ice cold Cherry Coke Where everything is black and white Picking 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 (down an old dirt road) Not even listed on a map I pass a dad and son carrying a Fishing pole But I always wake up every time I try To turn back I miss Mayberry sitting on the porch drinking ice cold Cherry Coke Where everything is black and white Picking 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’s 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 a day of rest now it's one more day for progress And we can't slow down 'cause more is less It's all an endless process I miss Mayberry sitting on the porch drinking ice cold Cherry Coke Where everything is black and white Picking 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 That's when I climb up here on this mountain To look through God's window Now I can't fly but I got two feet That get me high up here Above the noise and city streets my worries disappear Sometimes I dream I'm driving Down an old dirt road (down an old dirt road) Not even listed on a map I pass a dad and son carrying a Fishing pole But I always wake up every time I try To turn back I miss Mayberry sitting on the porch drinking ice cold Cherry Coke Where everything is black and white Picking on a six string Where people pass by and you call Them by their first name Watching the clouds roll by Bye, bye