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
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
I'm Miss Mayberry,
sitting on a porch drinking ice cold cherry Coke,
but everything is black and white,
na na,
na na,
na na na na na na Picking on a sick screen,
where people pass by And you're calling by the person's name,
watching the clouds roll by Bye bye,
bye bye, 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
I'm Miss Mayberry,
sitting on a porch drinking ice cold cherry Coke,
but everything is black and white,
na na,
na na,
na na na na na na
Picking on a sick screen,
where people pass by And you're calling by the person's name,
watching the clouds roll by Bye bye,
bye bye, bye bye
Sometimes I dream I'm driving down an old road
Not even
listening on the map I pass a gander, sir,
carrying a fishing pole
But I always wake up every time I try to turn back
I'm Miss Mayberry,
sitting on a porch drinking ice cold cherry Coke,
but everything is black
and white,
na na,
na na,
na na na na na na Picking on a sick screen,
where people pass
by And you're calling by the person's name,
watching the clouds roll by
Bye bye,
bye bye, bye bye Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye
I'm Miss Mayberry