Drove from Albuquerque to Fort Smith, Arkansas

Then all the way to New Orleans in time for Mardi Gras

And you should have seen the craziness down there

What I really mean: I wish you were here

And we were down on Beale Street, in Memphis, Tennessee

With the blues, the booze, the barbecues, and 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

We 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 everywhere 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 that you'll be waitin' there

What I really mean: I wish you were here

What I really mean: I wish you were here