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[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
Borderstone, borderstone
Gonna cross your line tonight
Borderstone, pretty little town
Gonna make my bed tonight
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 4]
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
[Chorus]
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
Borderstone was written by Gordon Lightfoot.
Borderstone was produced by Gordon Lightfoot.