Mayberry

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

Now Sunday was a day of rest

Now, it's one more day for progress

And we can't slow down

'Cause more is best

And it's all an endless process

I miss Mayberry

Sittin' on the porch drinkin' ice cold cherry Coke

Where everything is black and white

Na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na

Pickin' on the six-string

When people pass by and you call them by their first name

Watchin' the clouds roll by

Bye, bye

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

That get me high up here

Above the noise and city streets

My worries disappear

Well I miss Mayberry

Sittin' on the porch drinkin' ice cold cherry Coke

Where everything is black and white

Na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na

Pickin' on the six-string

When people pass by and you call them by their first name

Watchin' the clouds roll by

Bye, bye

Bye, bye

Sometimes, I dream I'm drivin' down an old dirt road (Down an old dirt road)

Not even listed on a map (Ooh-ooh, yeah)

I pass a dad and son carryin' a fishin' pole

But, I always wake up every time I try to turn back

Now sing it, Blake

Well I miss Mayberry

Sittin' on the porch drinkin' ice cold cherry Coke

Where everything is black and white

Na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na

Pickin' on the six-string

When people pass by and you call them by their first name

Watchin' the clouds roll by

Bye, bye

Ooh, bye, bye, bye

Bye, bye

Bye, bye, bye, bye

Na-na-na-na

Na-na-na-na-na-na