Borderstone

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Recorded by
Gordon Lightfoot R275802,


Lyrics:

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 sorting of the 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