Wayside / Back in Time - Gillian Welch

Standing on the 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

When I got to Nashville there was too much soldier’s joy

Wasted on the wayside, wasted on the way

If I ain’t gone tomorrow you know I’ve 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 drive

Watching the tires fall away to the side

Clear channel, way down low

And it’s 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

No, 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 listening to my sound

Drink a round to Nashville before they tear it down

Go 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 buggies and the hats are in town for the show

Oh darling, the songs they play 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