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