Sometimes it feels like
this world spinnin' 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
I miss Mayberry
Sittin' on the porch
Drinkin' ice cold cherry coke
Where everything is
black and white
Pickin' on a six string
People pass by and you
call them by their first name
Watchin' the clouds roll by
Bye bye
Sometimes I can hear
this old earth shoutin'
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
to get me high up here
Above the noise
and city streets
My worries disappear
I miss Mayberry
Sittin' on the porch
Drinkin' ice cold cherry coke
Where everything is
black and white
Pickin' on my six string
People pass by and you
call them by their first name
Watchin' the clouds roll by
Bye bye
Sometimes I dream I'm drivin'
down an old dirt road
Not even listed on a map
I pass a dad and son
carryin' a fishin' pole
But I always wake up every
time I try to turn back
I miss Mayberry
Sittin' on the porch
Drinkin' ice cold cherry coke
Where everything is
black and white
Pickin' on a six string
When people pass by and you
call them by their first name
Watchin' the clouds roll by
Bye bye
Bye bye