What I Really Mean Lyrics - 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-be-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