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
 [bad word]  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

 [bad word] 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