| Standing on the corner with a nickel or a dime
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| There used to be a railcar to take you down the line
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| Too much beer and whiskey to ever be employed
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| When I got to Nashville there was too much soldier’s joy
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| Wasted on the wayside, wasted on the way
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| If I ain’t gone tomorrow you know I’ve gone today
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| Back baby, back in time
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| I wanna go back when you were mine
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| Back baby, back in time
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| I wanna go back when you were mine
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| Black highway, all night drive
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| Watching the tires fall away to the side
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| Clear channel, way down low
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| And it’s coming in loud, my mind let go
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| Peaches in the summertime, apples in the fall
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| If I can’t have you all the time I don’t want none at all
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| No, I wish I was in Frisco in a brand new pair of shoes
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| But here I sit in Nashville with Norman’s Nashville Blues
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| Come all you good time rounders listening to my sound
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| Drink a round to Nashville before they tear it down
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| Go back baby, back in time
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| I wanna go back when you were mine
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| Back baby, back in time
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| I wanna go back when you were mine
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| Hard weather, driving slow
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| The buggies and the hats are in town for the show
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| Oh darling, the songs they play are all I got left of the love we made
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| Back baby, back in time
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| I wanna go back when you were mine
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| Back baby, back in time
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| I wanna go back when you were mine |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wayside - Back In Time , by - Chris Thile. Song from the album How To Grow A Woman From The Ground, in the genre Кантри