Well, I headed back to the Borderland
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When the home-guard went insane.
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No use trying to work with people
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Who can't tell fire from rain.
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The Judge had tried to hitch a ride
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But I only took him half way.
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Friends are friends, but in the Borderland
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You can't be careful of what you say.
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The Sheriff sent me every warning he could
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But I knew more than he.
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My home is both sides of the Borderland
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So he knows where I'll be.
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The Businessman in a sleek sedan
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Thought he could beat me here,
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But roads fade out before you reach the line
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And the signposts disappear.
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So good to be home in the Borderland
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Where things are not what they seem.
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So good to be home in the Borderland
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Between the dawn and the dream.
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The brown-eyed girl from the battleground
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Had just met me half-way.
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The Border-Guard had let her pass
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But said you could not stay.
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She gazed upon the mountain above
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And she reached out her hand.
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The she let go with all her might
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And loved the Borderland.
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So good to be home in the Borderland
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Where things are not what they seem.
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So good to be home in the Borderland
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Between the dawn and the dream
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Borderland
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Jimmie Dale Gilmore |