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Standing on a corner with a nickel or a dime There used to be a railcar 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 ain't gone 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 My mind let go Peaches in the summertime, apples in the fall If I can't have you all the time I don't want none at all I wish I was in Frisco in a brand new pair of shoes But here I sit in Nashville with Norman's Nashville Blues Come all you good time rounders and listen 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 buggues 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 |