Mayberry Lyrics by Rascal Flatts, Blake Shelton
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
Now Sunday was a day of rest
Now it’s one more day for progress
And we can’t slow down
‘Cause more is best
And it’s all an endless process
Well, I miss Mayberry
Sitting on the porch drinking ice cold cherry ***
where everything is black and white
Na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
I’m picking on a six-string
Where people pass by and you call them by their first name
Watchin’ the clouds roll by
Bye-bye, Bye-bye
Sometimes I can hear this old earth shoutin’
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 *** up here
Above the noise and city streets my worries disappear
Well, I miss Mayberry
Sitting on the porch drinking ice cold cherry ***
where everything is black and white
Na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
I’m picking on a six-string
Where people pass by and you call them by their first name
Watchin’ the clouds roll by
Bye-bye, Bye-bye
Sometimes I dream of driving down an old dirt road
(down an old dirt road)
Not even listed on a map
I pass a diet and sun carryin’ a fishin’ pole
But I always wake up every time I try to turn back
(Awe sing it Blake)
Well, I miss Mayberry
Sitting on the porch drinking ice cold cherry ***
where everything is black and white
Na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
I’m picking on a six-string
Where people pass by and you call them by their first name
Watchin’ the clouds roll by
Bye-bye, Bye-bye