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 a day of rest Now it's one more day for progress And we can't slow down 'cause more is best It's all an endless process
Chorus: (Well) I miss Mayberry Sitting on the porch drinking ice-cold Cherry Coke Where everything is black and white Picking on a six string Where people pass by and you call them by their first name Whatching the clouds roll by Bye, bye
Sometimes I can hear this old earth shouting 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 ut I got two feet That get me high up here Above the noise and city streets My worries disappear
(Repeat Chorus)
Bridge: Sometimes I dream I'm driving down an old dirt road Not even listed on the map I pass a dad and his son carrying a fishing pole But I always wake up every time I try to turn back
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Chorus: (Well) I miss Mayberry Sitting on the porch drinking ice-cold Cherry Coke Where everything is black and white Picking on a six string Where people pass by and you call them by their first name Whatching the clouds roll by Bye, bye
Sometimes I can hear this old earth shouting 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 ut I got two feet That get me high up here Above the noise and city streets My worries disappear
(Repeat Chorus)
Bridge: Sometimes I dream I'm driving down an old dirt road Not even listed on the map I pass a dad and his son carrying a fishing pole But I always wake up every time I try to turn back
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