| 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 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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