The Borderline
They left town in a cloud of dust
Headed for the borderline
Got away in grandaddy's truck
In the Winter of sixty nine
Took the back roads through the hills
Where the roads were gutted with the trucks from the mill
They left town in a cloud of dust
Storms were gathering across the rise
Deep as the minister's frown
Lightening flashed it's devil's eyes
White as her wedding gown
Mamma said that they were too young
Papa did his talking with a loaded shot gun
Storms gathering on the rise
They never saw what was coming
They were too busy looking behind
All they had was their loving
And they had to run run run run run run... to the borderline
The roads were slippery and the night was cold
And the windscreen wipers couldn't cope
They hit the edge and the truck began to roll
Went tumbling down the slope
The river was flowing fast and strong
And it took the truck and in a moment they were gone
The roads were slippery and the night was cold
They never saw what was coming
They were too busy looking behind
All they had was their loving
And they had to run run run run run run... to the borderline
They left town in a cloud of dust
Headed for the borderline
They never found grandaddy's truck
Till the drought of seventy nine
Sometimes you don't see what's coming
When you're too busy looking behind
Sometimes you've got to take your loving
And you have to run run run run run run run run run run
Run run run run run... to the borderline
Headed for the borderline
Got away in grandaddy's truck
In the Winter of sixty nine
Took the back roads through the hills
Where the roads were gutted with the trucks from the mill
They left town in a cloud of dust
Storms were gathering across the rise
Deep as the minister's frown
Lightening flashed it's devil's eyes
White as her wedding gown
Mamma said that they were too young
Papa did his talking with a loaded shot gun
Storms gathering on the rise
They never saw what was coming
They were too busy looking behind
All they had was their loving
And they had to run run run run run run... to the borderline
The roads were slippery and the night was cold
And the windscreen wipers couldn't cope
They hit the edge and the truck began to roll
Went tumbling down the slope
The river was flowing fast and strong
And it took the truck and in a moment they were gone
The roads were slippery and the night was cold
They never saw what was coming
They were too busy looking behind
All they had was their loving
And they had to run run run run run run... to the borderline
They left town in a cloud of dust
Headed for the borderline
They never found grandaddy's truck
Till the drought of seventy nine
Sometimes you don't see what's coming
When you're too busy looking behind
Sometimes you've got to take your loving
And you have to run run run run run run run run run run
Run run run run run... to the borderline
Credits
Writer(s): Cathy Dobson
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