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