What I Really Mean
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