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