Wayside (Back In Time)

Standing on the corner
 With a nickel or a dime
 There use 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 soldiers 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 comin? 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
 'Cause I? m sittin? here in Nashville
 With Norman? s Nashville blues
 So come all you good time rounders
 Listenin? 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, drivin? slow
 Buggies and the hats in town for the show
 Oh darlin', the songs they played
 All I got left is 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