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, its one more day for progress
And we cant slow down cause more is best
Its 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
Watching the clouds roll by
Bye, bye
Sometimes I can hear this old earth shouting
Through the trees as the wind blows
Thats when I climb up here on this mountain
To look through Gods window
Now I cant fly
But 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 Im driving down an old dirt road
Not even listed on a map
I pass a dad and son carrying a fishing pole
But I always wake up every time I try to turn back
