Friday, November 10, 2006 |
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 (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 (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 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 (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 Bye, bye (I miss Mayberry, I miss Mayberry) "I Miss Mayberry" lyrics / Rascal Flatts (C)2003-2008, Bob K Mertz - Some Rights Reserved |
