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