Robert Earl Keen – Out Here In The Middle (Guitar)

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They broke into your car last night, took your stereo.

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Now you say you don't know why you even live there anymore.

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Garage man didn't see a thing so you guess it was an inside job...

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You made reservations, a table for three.

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They said you had to wait, somebody must've bribed the maitre d'.

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The boss got mad and blamed it all on you...

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The food was bad, the deal fell through.

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- Out here in the middle you can park it on the street,

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Skip up to the counter, nearly always get a seat.

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Nobody steals, nobody cheats...

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Wish you were here, my love. Wish you were here, my love. -

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We got tractor pulls and Red Man chew.

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Coporate relow(?) refugees who need love too.

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And we ain't seen Elvis in a year or two.

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We got justification for wealth and greed,

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"Amber waves of grain" and bathtub speed.

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Now we even got Starbucks, what else ya need?

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- Out here in the middle where the center's on the right

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And the ghost of William Jennings Bryan preaches every night.

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Save your lonely souls in the dashboard light.

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Wish you were here, my love. Wish you were here, my love. -

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- Out here in the middle where the buffalo roam

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We're puttin' up towers for youe cellphone.

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And we screen all applicants with a fine-tooth comb.

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Wish you were here, my love (wish you were here, my love)

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Wish you were here, my love (wish you were here, my love)

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Wish you were here, my love (I wish you were here)

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Wish you were here, my love. 

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Wish you were here, my love (wish you were here...)