Wayside / Back In Time

Standing on the corner with a nickel or a dime There used to be a rail car to take you down the line Too much beer and whiskey to ever be employed And when I got to Nashville, it was too much soldier's joy Wasted on the wayside, wasted on the way If I don't go tomorrow, you know I'm gone today Back, baby, back in time I wanna go back when you were mine Back, baby, back in time I wanna go back when you were mine Black highway all-night ride Watching the times fall away to the side Clear channel way down low Is coming in loud and my mind let go Peaches in the summertime, apples in the fall If I can't have you all the time, I won't have none at all Oh, I wish I was in 'Frisco in a brand-new pair of shoes I'm sitting here in Nashville with Norman's Nashville blues So come all you good time rounders listening to my sound Then drink a round to Nashville before they tear it down Back, baby, back in time I wanna go back when you were mine Back, baby, back in time I wanna go back when you were mine Hard weather, driving slow The buggies and the hats in town for the show Oh darling, the songs they played Are all I got left of the love we made Back, baby, back in time I wanna go back when you were mine Back, baby, back in time I wanna go back when you were mine