Heaven's new sheriff arrived today, and we must say "goodbye" He'll go right through the pearly gates with no gun, hat or tie
Mayberry friends he'll see again, some there for a while Others are new, like the Darling boy on banjo and Goober Pyle His first stop is the barbershop, where Floyd needs just one chair He's glad to see the sheriff again - he's always had great hair Then he'll be welcomed by the band that now plays on-the-beat They don't even need the substitutes from the band of Bobby Fleet His deputy's held down the fort, and now he has his chief Though there are no moonshine stills, not even a chicken thief Up here there is no need for guns or power to exert But just in case, his bullet's still in the pocket of his shirt And Otis might stop by to show the sheriff he is sober In his new eternal home his drinking problem's over Down the street he'll go, and maybe Briscoe he will meet And in this place his radiator doesn't even overheat Then on to his front porch he'll go, to pick and sing a song Aunt Bee's cooking up a feast, and supper won't be long She's always made enough to feed the entire neighborhood And heaven even makes her homemade pickles taste quite good Then he'll relax in his favorite chair, or walk around in his socks Unless Ernest T. should come around with a sack of heavenly rocks When our days on earth are done, and we all head that way Heaven will be a better place, 'cause the sheriff arrived today _______________________________________________ WBMUTBB mailing list WBMUTBB@wbmutbb.com http://www.mayberry.com/tagsrwc/wbmutbb/
