Truck Stops by Toria Richings Lyrics

Born in a town by the railroad tracks
Where the river soaks you through and there's no way back
You offered me you hand smoking big cigars
While your singing for your supper in a beat up bar

And his love rides the truck stops home
And this man never writes or phones

Caught in a town were the lights don't fight
In the middle of the street where the dirt bugs bite
You offered me your coat slamming whiskey joes
As you took me for a fool on that long walk home

And his love rides the trick stops home
And this man never writes or phones
But darlin when you hold me in your arms all the bad stuff goes
And darlin I want to take you home

A week of his life is what he offered up
Like a lamb to the slaughter I went and drank his cup
He rode out of town with my heart all broke
Just a beaten up lover on a dirty road
And his love rides the trick stops home
And this man never writes or phones
But darlin when you hold me in your arms all the bad stuff goes
And darlin I want to take you home

So when you born on a town by the railroad tracks
Where the river soaks you through and there's no way back
You offered me your hand smoking big cigars
While your singing for your supper in a beat up bar

And his love rides the trick stops home
And this man never writes or phones
But darlin I want to take you home