By: Rascal Flatts

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 its 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 & 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 God's window

Now I can't fly

But I've got two feet

To 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 & 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 the map

I pass a dad and son carrying a fishing pole

But I always wake up everytime I try to turn back

Well I miss Mayberry

Sitting on the porch drinking ice cold Cherry Coke

Where everything is black & 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