This here isn't fantasyThey kept on coming after meJust when I thought I was free my friendI've heard 'em talk of paradiseBut I've only known a pair of diceI'll throw 'em down in the afterlife againA campfire's always burningWhile the big wheel keeps on turningFew have seen behind the curtainOn a dollar a dayI'm trying to paint you a pictureBut there's been quite a mixtureOf honestly and fiction to tell it straightBorder windsBorder windsWhere do you blow?Cover my trail tonightCover my trail tonightIt wasn't good enough a reasonShe said it as he was leavingWhen the cotton flower seasonHad come to passA tragedy was at handThe ballad of a wanted manLiving in the age of the ramBorder windsBorder windsWhere do you blow?Cover my trail tonightCover my trail tonightBorder wind
