(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

(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)