As we walk through the streets of
Another Mayberry dead leaves blow
Into the windows and crackle underneath our feet
And as I look into the distance
Streets and cars carry the sunshine
Over the rainbow into my back yard
Clothes lines, anthills and people
Who think they work hard at life
Just because they never ever miss a day
They can tell you nothin' about everything
And he's a sweet boy isn't he
Wants to be just like everyone he loves, everyone he loves?
In another Mayberry
You'll love the fashions all forgotten
In another Mayberry
The milk's gone rotten and all the wells have dried
All the wells have dried
Did we leave somethin' behind?
The river, there's a house
The radio's playin' but no one lives inside