27 lyrics for "On the border"
I got a half tank of gas and if we run all the lights We'll slip across the border on the wrong side of right And just like Butch and Sundance we'll ride until the dawn Sipping whiskey, singing cowboy songs On the Right Side of Wrong A friend of a friend
PlayI got the key to the highway, Billed out and bound to go. Walking is most too slow. I'm going back to the border Woman, where I'm better known. You know you haven't done nothing, I'm gonna leave here running Drove a good man away from home. When the moon
PlaySo pour me another tequila, Sheila I feel like ol' Poncho Villa, Sheila I crossed the border, and I beat the dealer For all the damn gold in Juarez And lay down and love me again Pour me another tequila, Sheila! Pour me another tequila, Sheila Take off
PlayI got the key to the highway, Billed out and bound to go. I'm gonna leave here running; Walking is most too slow. I'm going back to the border Woman, where I'm better known. You know you haven't done nothing, Drove a good man away from home. Oh give me
PlayThese Mexican minutes get longer and longer We're down to the worm in the bottle The chips and the salsa are gone Now we know why J.T. sang "Oh Mexico" We're two days south of the border Feeling too good to care why As the days goes by Up in the city
Play'Cause when I leave this town I won't be back no more, no more I got the key to the highway, Billed out and bound to go I'm gonna leave here running people Because walking is most too slow I'm going back, to the border Before they put up the fence Where
PlayThey poured across the borders We were cautioned to surrender This I could not do Into the hills I vanished No one ever asks me Who I am or where I'm going But those of you who know You cover up my footprints I have changed my name so often
PlayStanding by peaceful waters Whoa wah oh wha oh We were standing Many years ago along the Illinois-Wisconsin border There was this Indian tribe They found two babies in the woods, white babies One of them was named Elizabeth She was the fairer of the two
PlayYou put some whiskey in the water Gonna run off with your daughter And if I make it to the border I'm gonna be alright I'm on the run the devil?s tryin? to get me Says I met him at a pawn shop down in Mississippi I was an angel lookin? for another face I
PlaySeven years of hard luck, comin' down on me From the Florida border, yeah up to Nashville, Tennessee I worked in every joint you can name, mister every honky tonk Along come Mr. Yankee Slicker, sayin' maybe you're what I want Want you to sign your
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