| I’m gonna board this greyhound
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| And ride it all the way down to L. A
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| You see I’m missin' you like crazy
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| And I can’t stand to be so far away
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| Cigarettes and truckstops
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| Remind me of you when I pass them by
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| And my mama always told me
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| «Hold on to the good things that you find»
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| So I guess I gotta tell ya
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| 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
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| I’m comin' for my lover’s heart tonight
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| In Evanston, Wyoming
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| I kissed you underneath a painted sky
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| We were travellin' like gypsies
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| Singin' to each other in the night
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| From highway to hotel room
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| And every place we stopped at in between
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| Oh I’d hear Dolly singin'
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| You and I were islands in the stream
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| So I guess I gotta tell ya
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| 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
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| I’m comin' for my lover’s heart tonight
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| So I guess I gotta tell ya
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| 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
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| I’m comin' for my lover
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| I’m comin' for my lover’s heart tonight |