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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 it’s 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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