Out on a range in a season too soon
No electric light up in my room
With a dark skin woman I'm naked and sane
You could learn about the world in an afternoon
[Chorus]
The bordertown shook my hand
It was the gateway to some other land
The bordertown is the great divide
Just the gateway to some other side
I got to get across
Now some folks live in the trailer park
With the Naugahyde law and the liquor shark
Where the networks and the new machine
They don't even try to make no mark
When you came round I loved you well
When you got paid it was harder to tell
Now I got no grind with cruel gold
I'm just sitting 'round wondering what next to sell
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Out on a range in a season too soon
No electric light up in my room
With a dark skin woman I'm naked and sane
You could learn about the world in an afternoon
[Chorus]
The bordertown shook my hand
It was the gateway to some other land
The bordertown is the great divide
Just the gateway to some other side
I got to get across
Now some folks live in the trailer park
With the Naugahyde law and the liquor shark
Where the networks and the new machine
They don't even try to make no mark
When you came round I loved you well
When you got paid it was harder to tell
Now I got no grind with cruel gold
I'm just sitting 'round wondering what next to sell
No electric light up in my room
With a dark skin woman I'm naked and sane
You could learn about the world in an afternoon
[Chorus]
The bordertown shook my hand
It was the gateway to some other land
The bordertown is the great divide
Just the gateway to some other side
I got to get across
Now some folks live in the trailer park
With the Naugahyde law and the liquor shark
Where the networks and the new machine
They don't even try to make no mark
When you came round I loved you well
When you got paid it was harder to tell
Now I got no grind with cruel gold
I'm just sitting 'round wondering what next to sell
Writer: CHRIS WHITLEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.