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 dont go tomorrow, you know Im gone today



Back babe, back in time

I wanna go back when you were mine

Back babe, 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 cant have you all the time, I wont have none at all

Oh, I wish I was in Frisco in a brand new pair of shoes

Im sittin here in Nashville with Normans Nashville blues

So come all you good time rounders listenin to my sound

And then drink a round to Nashville for they tear it down



Back babe, back in time

I wanna go back when you were mine

Back babe, 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 of lovin me



Back babe, back in time

I wanna go back when you were mine

Back babe, back in time

I wanna go back when you were mine