[Foreign content] Livin' in a border town You see good men get pushed around It's not hard to see that they are my brothers If it weren't for faith we
keep you down in a border town Mamacita said you can't go down, stay away from the white man's world She drew the line at the edge of town for her little
And I've gotta keep moving on Leaving this border town Don't know where, but it won't be here I won't be around In this border town In this border town
far That a small town Girl can go When the sun comes up It's still The same old sun 'Cuz the moon Don't hang out On Border Town Road She thinks Of all
sleep dear, I'll be right here for you. This one won't be an empty promise. I'm gonna work to define this. To build something real. So now across borders and towns
Translation: Big Mountain. Border Town.
Translation: Eric Michael Hopper. Border Town.
Translation: Pepper. Border Town.
Translation: Regina Regina. Border Town Road.
Translation: Souther Hillman Furay Band. Border Town.
got to keep moving on, leaving this border town, Don't know where, but it won't be here, I won't be around. In this border town, in this border town
so far That a small town Girl can go When the sun comes up It's still The same old sun 'Cuz the moon Don't hang out On Border Town Road She thinks Of
my town You could walk the streets When the sun goes down in my little town You don't need defenses In my little town where I come from In my little town
By the time you read this letter I'll be far away from here I've left to find my fortune Outside of the weir The world is not this island To dig and
I remember those days [Incomprehensible] money Never checked the price, it just all came to me But now in days I'll be pinchin' every penny 5 star dining
The cul-de-sac jungle is a cruel place It's a living rotting failure from a different age And if you're looking for the place that dreams go to die It
, no, I ain't a stranger Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger Wanted by the F.B.I. for transport of Sucker MC's across the Syndicate borders No
't no Gomer Pyle I'm Sergent Slaughter, I keep my shit cooked to order In order to satisfy my people in Georgia and 'cross the water And across the border
