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