D Drove from Albuquerque to Ft. Smith ArkansasD All the way to New Orleans in time for Mardi GrasEm D You should have seen, the craziness down thereEm G D What I really mean, I wish you were hereD We were down on Beale Street, Memphis TennesseeD With the blues, the booze and barbeques and our name on the marqueeEm D And you should have seen, the crowd we drew in thereEm G D What I really mean, I wish you were here[Bridge]Em G I’m sending you this postcard to tell you that I’m fineEm G A To let you know where I go, you never leave my mindD We broke down in Kentucky, in Richmond there was snowD Saw our friends in Charlotte, we played on the radioEm D And you should have seen us singin’ on the airEm G D What I really mean, I wish you were here [Instrumental]D D Em D Em G D [Bridge]Em G I’m sending you this postcard to tell you that I’m fineEm G A To let you know where I go, you never leave my mindD Tonight we’re in the city, it’s like DisneylandD But I’m sick and tired and I can’t wait to get back home againEm D And I had this dream, you'll be waitin’ thereEm G D What I really mean, I wish you were hereEm G D What I really mean, I wish you were here
What I Really Mean
Robert Earl Keen
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