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 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
 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 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 ya 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