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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay DeMarcus
Jay DeMarcus
Bass
Jerry McPherson
Jerry McPherson
Electric Guitar
Joe Don Rooney
Joe Don Rooney
Electric Guitar
Larry Beaird
Larry Beaird
Acoustic Guitar
Jonathan Yudkin
Jonathan Yudkin
Fiddle
Lonnie Wilson
Lonnie Wilson
Drums
Steve Nathan
Steve Nathan
Keyboards
Gary LeVox
Gary LeVox
Lead Vocals
Tim Akers
Tim Akers
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Arlos Smith
Arlos Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rascal Flatts
Rascal Flatts
Producer
Mark Bright
Mark Bright
Producer
Marty Williams
Marty Williams
Recording Engineer
Scott Kidd
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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