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