Interpret:

Gordon Lightfoot

Album:

Songbook (DISC 3)

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