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