written by David Bellamy
INTRO: G
That old ev[C]ening news is sure dep[G]ressing
This w[C]orld is in a mess and it don't get b[G]etter
Terro[C]rism's in fashion and even love can [G]kill you[Em]
Oh but [C]I have found a better place to [D]go
We're all livin' in the shadow of the bomb
Tuned in to the lifestyles of the rich and greedy
Oh but meanwhile back in Mayberry no one says the "F" word
Thank God for the reruns
CHORUS:
On the A[G]ndy Griffith Show, An[C]gie's letting O[C/G]tis out of j[G]ail
G[C]omer's helpin' G[C/G]oober drive the m[G]ail
Oh and Ba[C]rney's lookin' for his bullet, you better w[G]atch out [G/F#]for your [Em]toes
I wish l[C]ife was like the A[D]ndy Griffith [G]Show
Now they're dealing in souls on the airwaves
All them false profits tryin' to make a buck
But old Floyd the barber, he just goes on trimmin' hair
And we ain't heard the last of Ernest T. Bass you know
CHORUS:
On the Andy Griffith Show, Aunt B's cookin' lamb and turnip greens
Now everyone dance while the Darlins pick and sing
Yeah that old kid's diggin' worms to go fishin' don't ya know
I wish life was like the Andy Griffith Show
Thelma Lou told Wanita to call Helen Crump
Then round up Clara and Emmett and Howard Spray
There's a town meeting down at Andy's office
Barney's gonna try to take us all back in time
CHORUS:
To the Andy Griffith Show, the biggest hastle there was makin' moonshine
They sat swingin' on the porch with an easy mind
Oh and maybe it was unreal, but when this old world blows
I hope I end up on the Andy Griffith Show
I wish life was like the Andy Griffith Show
INTRO: G
That old ev[C]ening news is sure dep[G]ressing
This w[C]orld is in a mess and it don't get b[G]etter
Terro[C]rism's in fashion and even love can [G]kill you[Em]
Oh but [C]I have found a better place to [D]go
We're all livin' in the shadow of the bomb
Tuned in to the lifestyles of the rich and greedy
Oh but meanwhile back in Mayberry no one says the "F" word
Thank God for the reruns
CHORUS:
On the A[G]ndy Griffith Show, An[C]gie's letting O[C/G]tis out of j[G]ail
G[C]omer's helpin' G[C/G]oober drive the m[G]ail
Oh and Ba[C]rney's lookin' for his bullet, you better w[G]atch out [G/F#]for your [Em]toes
I wish l[C]ife was like the A[D]ndy Griffith [G]Show
Now they're dealing in souls on the airwaves
All them false profits tryin' to make a buck
But old Floyd the barber, he just goes on trimmin' hair
And we ain't heard the last of Ernest T. Bass you know
CHORUS:
On the Andy Griffith Show, Aunt B's cookin' lamb and turnip greens
Now everyone dance while the Darlins pick and sing
Yeah that old kid's diggin' worms to go fishin' don't ya know
I wish life was like the Andy Griffith Show
Thelma Lou told Wanita to call Helen Crump
Then round up Clara and Emmett and Howard Spray
There's a town meeting down at Andy's office
Barney's gonna try to take us all back in time
CHORUS:
To the Andy Griffith Show, the biggest hastle there was makin' moonshine
They sat swingin' on the porch with an easy mind
Oh and maybe it was unreal, but when this old world blows
I hope I end up on the Andy Griffith Show
I wish life was like the Andy Griffith Show
