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