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, I can't stand away to be so far away
Cigarettes and truckstops remind me of you when I pass them by
And my momma always told me, "hold onto the good things that you find"
So I guess I gotta tell you that I'm comin' out to meet ya
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
Livingston, Wyoming, I kissed you underneath a painted sky
And we were traveling 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 you that I'm comin' out to meet ya
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 you that I'm comin' out to meet ya
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