| Tonight my bag is packed
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| Tommorrow I’ll walk these tracks
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| That will lead me across the border
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| Tommorrow my love and I
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| Will sleep 'neath auburn skies
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| Somewhere across the border
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| We’ll leave behind my dear
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| The pain and sadness we found here
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| And we’ll drink from the Brazos muddy waters
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| Where the sky grows gray and wide
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| We’ll meet on the other side
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| There across the border
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| For me you’ll build a house
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| High up on a grassy hill
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| Somewhere across the border
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| Where pain and memory
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| Pain and memory have been stilled
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| There across the border
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| And sweet blossoms fill the air
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| Pastures of gold and green
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| Roll down into cool clear waters
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| And in your arms 'neath the open skies
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| I’ll kiss the sorrow from your eyes
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| There across the border
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| Tonight we’ll sing the songs
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| I’ll dream of you my Corazon
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| And tommorrow my heart will be strong
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| And may the saints blessing and grace
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| Carry me safely into your arms
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| There across the border
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| For what are we
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| Without hope in our hearts
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| That someday we’ll drink from God’s blessed waters
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| And eat the fruit from the vine
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| I know love and fortune will be mine
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| Somewhere across the border |