The (G) night is as black as the (C) coal dust on the tracks
Up to the (D) east day is (C) dawn(G)ing
From time to time I get (C) women on my (Am) mind
(D) I'm a son of a gun

(C) Borderstone, (G) Borderstone gonna (A) cross your line to(D)night
(C) Borderstone, (G) pretty little town, gonna (D) make my bed to(G7)night

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 to(G)night
Borderstone, Borderstone gonna cross your line tonight
Borderstone, pretty little town, gonna make my bed tonight

(A) (E) (A) (E) (A) (E) (A)

The boarding house reach is a (D) thing no school can teach you
I con(E)fess I've been out(D)fum(A)bled
And the sound of the beans boiling (D) through the ever(Bm)greens
(E) Sure do please a hungry man

(D) Borderstone, (A) Borderstone gonna (B) cross your line to(E)night
(D) Borderstone, (A) pretty little town, gonna (E) make my bed to(A)night
(D) Borderstone, (A) Borderstone gonna (B) cross your line to(E)night
(D) Borderstone, (A) pretty little town, gonna (E) make my bed to(A7)night

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