Mark Wayne Glasmire: Music

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BORDERLINE

Verse 1 I awoke this early morning from the daylight in my eyes
And the feel of too much whiskey on my brain
The smell of stale smoke clinging matched the bad taste in my mouth
The thought of even moving caused me pain
I could hear the wind a wailing through the valley down below
Like my momma cried the day that I left home
Pushing cattle’s hard and dirty work but it’s honest and it pays
I should have stayed on when the herd left San Antone

Now I feel two feet tall
Like my backs against a wall
Chorus It’s hard for me to breathe
I feel like I must leave
There’s one fear rolling round in my mind
Got to ride got to make?
The borderline

Verse 2 In my haze I see a bar room dim and full of smoke
With a black man in the corner playing tunes
Across a green felt table set a gambler in a vest
Little did I know he’d be my doom?
And I knew that he was cheating he should have never pulled his gun
Now that hustlers dead and cold as stone
And I don’t know if I’m dreaming or if this all is real
But I can tell you that it chills me to the bone

Repeat chorus

Bridge When I make the river I’ll know that I’m there, I think it’s just righ through this pass
This paint I am riding is quick and he’s strong, but God only knows if he’ll last

3rd Now I see the river glimmering in the sun
But everything around is growing dark
And that bullet that I thought I dodged back in San Antone
My bloody shoulder proves it hit its mark
And the water feels so cool and clean it makes me feel so free
Almost like I’m floating in the air
As I climb out on the other side much to my surprise
Everyone I ever loved is standing there

Chorus Now I feel ten feet tall and the world is getting small
And it’s easier to breathe so this is how you leave
There’s no fear running round in my mind
I am hear I have made the borderline



Words and music by Mark Wayne Glasmire, ASCAP and Tom Guardino, BMI
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