Letras
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 roll away to the side
Clear channel way down low
It's coming in loud, my mind let go
Peaches in the summertime, apples in the fall
If I can't have you all the time, well I won't want 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
Come all you good time rounders listening to my sound
And 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 are 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