Out Here In The Middle Lyrics - Robert Earl Keen

Broke into you car last night 

Took your stereo 

Now you say you don't know why 

You even live there anymore 

The garage man didn't see a thing 

So you guess it was an inside job 

You made a reservation 

For a table for three 

Said you had to wait 

Somebody must've bribed the maitre d 

The boss got mad 

And blamed it all on you 

The food was bad 

The deal fell through 

Out here in the middle 

You can park on the street 

Step up to the counter 

Nearly always get a seat 

Nobody steals 

Nobody cheats 

Wish you were here, my love 

Wish you were here, my love 

We got tractor pulls and Red Man chew 

Corporate relo-refugees who need love too 

And we ain't seen Elvis 

In a year or two 

We got justification and wealth and greed 

Amber waves of grain and bathtub speed 

Now we even got Starbucks 

What else you need 

Out here in the middle 

Where the center is on the right 

And the ghost of William Jennings Bryan preaches every night 

Savin' lonely souls 

In the dashboard light 

Wish you were here, my love 

Wish you were here, my love 

Out here in the middle 

Where the buffalo roam 

We're puttin' up towers 

For your cell phone 

And we screen all evidence 

With a fine-tooth comb 

Wish you were here, my love 

Wish you were here, my love 

Wish you were here, my love