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 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 --- Coke Where everything is black & white Pickin on a Six String Where people pa** 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 Thats when I climb up here on this mountain To look through God's window Now I can't fly But I've got two feet To 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 --- Coke Where everything is black & white Pickin on a Six String Where people pa** 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 the map I pa** a dad and his son carrying a fishing pole But I always wake up everytime I try to turn back Well I miss Mayberry Sittin on the porch drinking ice cold Cherry Coke Where everything is black & white Pickin on a Six String Where people pa** by and you call them by their first name Watching the clouds roll by bye bye