| One more midnight, her man is still gone
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| The nights move too slow
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| She tries to remember the heat of his touch
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| While listening to the Border Radio
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| She calls toll-free and requests an old song
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| Something they used to know
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| She prays to herself that wherever he is
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| He’s listening to the Border Radio
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| This song comes from nineteen sixty-two
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| Dedicated to a man who’s gone
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| Fifty thousand watts out of Mexico
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| This is the Border Radio
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| This is the Border Radio
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| She thinks of her son, asleep in his room
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| And how her man won’t see him grow
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| She thinks of her life and she hopes for a change
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| While listening to the Border Radio
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| This song comes from nineteen sixty-two
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| Dedicated to a man who’s gone
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| Fifty thousand watts out of Mexico
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| This is the Border Radio
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| This is the Border Radio
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| They play her tune but she can’t concentrate
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| She wonders why he had to go
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| One more midnight and her man is still gone
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| She’s listening to the Border Radio
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| This song comes from nineteen sixty-two
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| Dedicated to a man who’s gone
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| Fifty thousand watts out of Mexico
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| This is the Border Radio
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| This is the Border Radio |