Cigarettes & Truckstops Lyrics - Cigarettes & Truckstops - Lindi Ortega

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