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(Ry Cooder/John Hiatt/Jim Dickinson) |
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There's a place, so I've been told, |
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Every street is paved with gold |
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And it's just across the borderline |
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And when it's time to take your turn |
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There's a lesson that you must learn |
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You may lose more than you'll ever hope to find. |
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(chorus) |
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And when you reach that broken promised land |
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And all your dreams slip though your hand |
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You have learned it's too late to change your mind |
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Cause you pay the price to come so far |
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Just to wind up where you are |
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And you're still just across the borderline. |
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Up and down The Rio Grande |
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A thousand foot prints in the sand |
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Reveal a secret no one can define |
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The river rolls on like a breath |
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In between our life and death |
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Tell me who is next to cross that borderline. |
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(chorus) |
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And when you reach that broken promised land |
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And all your dreams slip though your hand |
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You'll know it's too late to change your mind |
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Cause you pay the price to come so far |
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Just to wind up where you are |
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And you're still just across the borderline. |
