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Mayberry

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Mayberry was released on October 29, 2002 by Lyric Street as a part of the album Melt

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Jay DeMarcus

Bass

Jerry McPherson

Jerry McPherson

Electric Guitar

Joe Don Rooney

Electric Guitar

Larry Beaird

Acoustic Guitar

Jonathan Yudkin

Jonathan Yudkin

Fiddle

Lonnie Wilson

Drums

Steve Nathan

Keyboards

Gary LeVox

Lead Vocals

Tim Akers

Keyboards

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Rascal Flatts

Producer

Brian Malouf

Immersive Mixing Engineer

Mark Bright

Producer

Marty Williams

Recording Engineer

Scott Kidd

Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

(Na-na)

I miss Mayberry

(Na-na-na-na-na)

(Na-na-na-na-na)

(Na-na)

(Na-na-na-na-na)

(Na-na-na-na-na)

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

(And we can't slow down)

'Cause more is less

('Cause more is less)

It's all an endless process

I miss Mayberry

Sittin' on the porch drinkin' ice cold cherry Coke

Where everything is black and white

(Na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na)

Pickin' on the six-string

People pass by and you call them by their first name

Watchin' the clouds roll by

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

But I got two feet

That get me high up here

Above the noise and city streets

My worries disappear

I miss Mayberry

Sittin' on the porch drinkin' ice cold cherry Coke

Where everything is black and white

(Na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na)

Pickin' on the six-string

People pass by and you call them by their first name

Watchin' the clouds roll by

Bye, bye

Sometimes, I dream I'm drivin' down an old dirt road

(Down an old dirt road)

Not even listed on a map

(Ooh-ooh, yeah)

I pass a dad and son carryin' a fishin' pole

But, I always wake up every time I try to turn back

I miss Mayberry

Sittin' on the porch drinkin' ice cold cherry Coke

Where everything is black and white

(Na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na)

Pickin' on the six-string

When people pass by and you call them by their first name

Watchin' the clouds roll by

Bye, bye (Bye, bye)

Bye, bye (Bye, bye)

(Na-na)

I miss Mayberry

(Na-na-na-na)

(Na-na-na-na-na)

(Na-na)

(Na-na-na-na-na)

(Na-na-na-na-na)

(Na-na)

I miss Mayberry

(Na-na-na-na-na)

(Na-na-na-na-na)

(Na-na)

(Na-na-na-na-na)

(Na-na-na-na-na)

Written by: Arlos Smith

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