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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

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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