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