Bordertown
Bordertown (Carl Cacho)
The smoke rolls in from Mexico
Where the fires burn sweet and slow
Must seem like hell down there below
Below this bordertown
The dust swirls up around my feetT
he streets are silent in the heat
But there's a steady, strong heartbeat
To this bordertown
I'm just a rambler passing through
But towns like this are nothing new
I'm from East, by the endless blue
Waiting for the sound of a train rolling down the track
The ticket in my hand, the sun beating on my back
Where lazy boys drink lone star beer
And feign machismo to hide their fear
That they've been marked like branded steer
Marked by this bordertown
Like snakes by day they hang around
But at night they'll be Southland bound
To where that easy love is found
South of this bordertown
I know that longing and the strain
As muscles work to break the chain
But freedom's difficult to gain
Waiting for the sound of a train rolling down the track
The ticket in my hand, the sun beating on my back
The tired sun starts sinking slow
I hear that lonesome whistle blow
My signal that it's time to go
Go from this bordertown
I grab my bag and my guitar
Climb aboard the third class car
My cigarette a shooting star
Across this bordertown
I love the sound of a train rolling down the track
The town that lies ahead, the never looking back
The smoke rolls in from Mexico
Where the fires burn sweet and slow
Must seem like hell down there below
Below this bordertown
The dust swirls up around my feetT
he streets are silent in the heat
But there's a steady, strong heartbeat
To this bordertown
I'm just a rambler passing through
But towns like this are nothing new
I'm from East, by the endless blue
Waiting for the sound of a train rolling down the track
The ticket in my hand, the sun beating on my back
Where lazy boys drink lone star beer
And feign machismo to hide their fear
That they've been marked like branded steer
Marked by this bordertown
Like snakes by day they hang around
But at night they'll be Southland bound
To where that easy love is found
South of this bordertown
I know that longing and the strain
As muscles work to break the chain
But freedom's difficult to gain
Waiting for the sound of a train rolling down the track
The ticket in my hand, the sun beating on my back
The tired sun starts sinking slow
I hear that lonesome whistle blow
My signal that it's time to go
Go from this bordertown
I grab my bag and my guitar
Climb aboard the third class car
My cigarette a shooting star
Across this bordertown
I love the sound of a train rolling down the track
The town that lies ahead, the never looking back
Credits:
PW: vocal, lap slide guitar
Carl Cacho: rhythm guitar
Stephanie Corby: vocals
David Glaser: vocals, octave mandolin
Neale Eckstein: bass
Carl Cacho: rhythm guitar
Stephanie Corby: vocals
David Glaser: vocals, octave mandolin
Neale Eckstein: bass
Written by Carl Cacho (Back Holler Music / ASCAP)