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The night is as black as the coal dust on the tracks Up to the east day is dawning From time to time I get women on my mind I'm a son of a gun Borderstone, Borderstone gonna cross your line tonight Borderstone, pretty little town, gonna make my bed tonight The train that I'm on is a hundred boxcars long So I don't sleep through to the morning That's some chilly wind in this gondola I'm in I wish I had a glass of beer Borderstone, Borderstone gonna cross your line tonight Borderstone, pretty little town, gonna make my bed tonight Borderstone, Borderstone gonna cross your line tonight Borderstone, pretty little town, gonna make my bed tonight The boardinghouse reach is a thing no school can teach you I confess I've been outfumbled And the sound of the beans boiling through the evergreens Sure do please a hungry man Borderstone, Borderstone gonna cross your line tonight Borderstone, pretty little town, gonna make my bed tonight Borderstone, Borderstone gonna cross your line tonight Borderstone, pretty little town, gonna make my bed tonight The sound of the wheels rebounds across the fields I'm a name with no number And so I guess I'd be drifting more or less But still it's not meant to be Borderstone, Borderstone gonna cross your line tonight Borderstone, pretty little town, gonna make my bed tonight Borderstone, Borderstone gonna cross your line tonight Borderstone, pretty little town, gonna make my bed tonight Borderstone, Borderstone gonna cross your line tonight Borderstone, pretty little town, gonna make my bed tonight |
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