Rascal Flatts, Blake Shelton - Mayberry

Sometimes it feels like this world's 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

I miss Mayberry Sitting on the porch drinking ice-cold Cherry Coke Where everything is black and white, na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na Picking on my six-string When people pass by and you call them by their first name Watching 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 (ooh) But I got two feet to get me high up here (ooh) Above the noise and city streets My worries disappear

But I miss Mayberry Sitting on the porch drinking ice-cold Cherry Coke Where everything is black and white, na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na Picking on my six-string When people pass by and you call them by their first name Watching the clouds roll by

Bye, bye (bye, bye)

Sometimes I dream I'm driving Down an old dirt road (down an old dirt road) Not even listed on a map (ooh, yeah) I pass a dad and son carryin' a fishin' pole But I always wake up every time (always wake up) I try to turn back (ooh)

Well, I miss Mayberry Sitting on the porch drinking ice-cold Cherry Coke (yeah) Where everything is black and white, na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na I'm picking on my six-string When people pass by and you call them by their first name Watching the clouds roll by

Bye, bye (oh, bye, bye, bye) Bye, bye (bye, bye, bye, bye)

Na-na-na, na, na, na Na-na-na, na, na, na