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