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 babe, back in time I want to go back when you were mine Back babe, back in time I want to 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 I'm sittin' here in Nashville with Norman's 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 want to go back when you were mine Back babe, back in time I want to 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 want to go back when you were mine Back babe, back in time I want to go back when you were mineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
