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Intro
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
And when I got to Nashville, it was too much soldier’s 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, on that Ride
Watching the time, fall away to the side
Clear channel, way down low
Comin’ in loud, my mind won’t 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
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 on you good-time rounders, 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, drvin’ slow
Buddy and the Hags, are in town for a show
Oh, darling, songs they play
Are all I got left, of the love in me.
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
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Akkorder
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F#m/E/A/A
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