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