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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay DeMarcus
Bass
Jerry McPherson
Electric Guitar
Joe Don Rooney
Electric Guitar
Larry Beaird
Acoustic Guitar
Jonathan Yudkin
Fiddle
Lonnie Wilson
Drums
Steve Nathan
Keyboards
Gary LeVox
Lead Vocals
Tim Akers
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Arlos Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rascal Flatts
Producer
Mark Bright
Producer
Marty Williams
Recording Engineer
Scott Kidd
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
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
Writer(s): Arlos Darrel Smith
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