Robert Earl Keen - Out Here In The Middle lyrics

rate me

Broke into you car last night

Took your stereo

Now you say you don't know why

You live there anymore

The garage man didn't see a thing

So I guess it was an inside job

You made a reservation

For a table for three

Said you had to wait

Someone must've bribed the maitre d

The boss got mad

And blamed it on you

The food was bad

The deal fell through

Out here in the middle

You can park on the street

Step up to the counter

Nearly always get a seat

Nobody steals

Nobody cheats

Wish you were here my love

Wish you were here my love