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