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