paroles de chanson Mayberry - Rascal Flatts

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