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 it's one more day for progress But we can't slow down Cause more is best All in the process
But I miss mayberry Sittin on the porch drinking ice cold cherry --- coke Where everything was black & white 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 whole world stopping Through the trees as the wind blows Thats when I climb up here on this mountain And look through god's window
No I can't fly I've got to be To get me high up here Far from the noise and city streets My world receives the peace
But I miss mayberry Sittin on the porch drinking ice cold cherry --- coke Where everything was black & white 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 dream I'm driving down an old dark road Not even listed on the map I pass a dad and his son carrying a fishing poll But I always wake up everytime I try to turn back
But I miss mayberry Sittin on the porch drinking ice cold cherry --- coke Where everything was black & white Pickin on a six string People pass by and you call them by their first name Watching the clouds roll by Bye bye
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