Tekster:
Keen Robert Earl What I Really Mean

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

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

you bear me along Take me to the green valley, lay the sod o'er me I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong Ay, ay ay ay Ay, ay ay ay Ay, ay ay

One night as I lay on my pillow Moon shining bright as the dawn I saw a man come-a-walkin' He had a long chain on I heard his chain a clankin' It made

the door I told 'em once, I told 'em twice, don't come 'round here no more They've stolen all our chickens, they killed our neighbor's cat Last night I

big star but now country music was full of freaks He sat there, in the TV glare Mascara streaked his cheeks When I was only sixteen years old I went

wind We were the wild ones Now I run And when I'm done The wild ones will run again I went on the road alone and left her there behind I was thinkin'

Flash of light you look around it's over You're OK, but I'm a mess It's the way it goes I guess I think I thought we would last forever What am I gonna