[00:00.00] 作曲 : Smith
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[00:11.18]Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster
[00:16.55]Than it did in the old days
[00:22.32]So naturally we have more natural disasters
[00:27.63]From the strain of a fast pace
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[00:32.72]Sunday was the day of rest
[00:38.11]Now its one more day for progress
[00:43.27]And we can't slow down
[00:45.97]Cause more is best
[00:48.74]It's all an endless process
[00:53.65]
[00:54.79]Well I miss Mayberry
[00:57.80]Sittin on the porch drinking ice cold Cherry Coke
[01:00.62]Where everything is black & white
[01:04.87]Pickin on a Six String
[01:08.11]Where people pass by and you call them by their first name
[01:12.40]Watching the clouds roll by bye bye
[01:21.18]
[01:22.12]Sometimes I can hear this old earth shouting
[01:27.17]Through the trees as the wind blows
[01:32.84]Thats when I climb up here on this mountain
[01:38.06]To look through God's window
[01:42.19]
[01:43.20]Now I can't fly
[01:46.17]But I've got two feet
[01:48.84]To get me high up here
[01:53.96]Above the noise and city streets
[01:59.46]My worries disappear
[02:04.79]
[02:05.81]Well I miss Mayberry
[02:08.54]Sittin on the porch drinking ice cold Cherry Coke
[02:12.51]Where everything is black & white
[02:16.21]Pickin on a Six String
[02:18.79]Where people pass by and you call them by their first name
[02:23.04]Watching the clouds roll by bye bye
[02:31.63]
[02:32.57]Sometimes I dream I'm driving down an old dirt road
[02:38.43]Not even listed on the map
[02:43.50]I pass a dad and his son carrying a fishing pole
[02:48.71]But I always wake up everytime I try to turn back
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[02:56.51]Well I miss Mayberry
[02:58.84]Sittin on the porch drinking ice cold Cherry Coke
[03:01.75]Where everything is black & white
[03:07.58]Pickin on a Six String
[03:09.68]Where people pass by and you call them by their first name
[03:13.90]Watching the clouds roll by bye bye
[03:28.53]

作曲 : Smith
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Sometimes it feels like this world is 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 the day of rest
Now its one more day for progress
And we can't slow down
Cause more is best
It's all an endless process
Well I miss Mayberry
Sittin on the porch drinking ice cold Cherry Coke
Where everything is black & white
Pickin on a Six String
Where people pass by and you call them by their first name
Watching the clouds roll by bye bye
Sometimes I can hear this old earth shouting
Through the trees as the wind blows
Thats when I climb up here on this mountain
To look through God's window
Now I can't fly
But I've got two feet
To get me high up here
Above the noise and city streets
My worries disappear
Well I miss Mayberry
Sittin on the porch drinking ice cold Cherry Coke
Where everything is black & white
Pickin on a Six String
Where people pass by and you call them by their first name
Watching the clouds roll by bye bye
Sometimes I dream I'm driving down an old dirt road
Not even listed on the map
I pass a dad and his son carrying a fishing pole
But I always wake up everytime I try to turn back
Well I miss Mayberry
Sittin on the porch drinking ice cold Cherry Coke
Where everything is black & white
Pickin on a Six String
Where people pass by and you call them by their first name
Watching the clouds roll by bye bye