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

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