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 best
It's all an endless process
Well I miss Mayberry
Sittin' on the porch drinking ice cold cherry
Where everything is black and white
(Nana, nananananana)
Pickin' on a six string
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
Well I miss Mayberry
Sittin' on the porch drinking ice cold cherry
Where everything is black and white
(Nananananananana)
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 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
Sittin' on the porch drinking ice cold cherry Coke
Where everything is black and white
(Nananananananana)
Pickin' on a six string
Where people pass by and you call them by their first name
Watching the clouds roll by
Bye, bye
Bye, bye

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