Текст (слова) песни: Robert Earl Keen - Out Here In The Middle
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
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