What I Really Mean - Robert Earl Keen
Drove from Albuquerque to Ft. Smith, Arkansas Then all the way to New Orleans in time for Mardi Gras You should have seen... The craziness down there What I really mean... I wish you were here And we were down on Beale Street, Memphis, Tennessee With the blues, the booze, the bar-B-Q's, our name on the marquee And you should have seen... The crowd we drew in there What I really mean... I wish you were here I'm sending you this postcard To tell you that I'm fine And let you know wherever I go You never leave my mind Broke down in Kentucky; in Richmond there was snow We saw our friends in Charlotte; we played on the radio And you should have seen... Us singin' on the air What I really mean... I wish you were here I'm sending you this postcard To tell you that I'm fine And let you know wherever I go You never leave my mind Tonight we're in the city, and it's like Disneyland But I'm sick and tired and I can't wait to get back home again And I have this dream... You'll be waitin' there What I really mean... I wish you were here What I really mean... I wish you were here
Artist: Robert Earl Keen
Title: What I Really Mean