Tekst:
Keen Robert Earl A Border Tragedy

next to a night club That's never been paved And is hip deep in chugholes It sort of trails into What once was a river But now is a ditch That smells

next to a night club That's never been paved And is hip deep in chugholes It sort of trails into What once was a river But now is a ditch That smells

next to a night club That's never been paved And is hip deep in chugholes It sort of trails into What once was a river But now is a ditch That smells