Written By: Arlos Smith

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 
Watching 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 
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 I’m 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 

(Repeat Chorus) 

Bye, bye 
(I miss Mayberry, I miss Mayberry) 

(Fade)