Cigarettes & Truckstops

I'm gonna board this greyhound and ride it all the way down to L.A. You see I'm missin' you like crazy and I can't stand to be so far away Cigarettes and truckstops remind me of you when I pass them by And my Mama always told me “hold on to the good things that you find” So I guess I gotta tell ya that I'm comin' out to meet you That I really gotta see you one more time I'd rather have you still beside me Than have you always runnin' through my mind Oh look out California, I'm comin' for my lover's heart tonight In Evanston, Wyoming I kissed you underneath a painted sky We were travellin' like gypsies, singin' to each other in the night From highway to hotel room and every place we stopped at in between Oh I'd hear Dolly singin': you and I were islands in the stream So I guess I gotta tell ya that I'm comin' out to meet you That I really gotta see you one more time I'd rather have you still beside me Than have you always runnin' through my mind Oh look out California, I'm comin' for my lover's heart tonight So I guess I gotta tell ya that I'm comin' out to meet you That I really gotta see you one more time I'd rather have you still beside me Than have you always runnin' through my mind Oh look out California, I'm comin' for my lover I'm comin' for my lover's heart tonight