Bourbon Borderline

<br>I wake up in the morning full of dread<br>Tryin` to remember what I`d said<br>I say that I won`t call you<br>And I mean it every time<br>Until I cross that bourbon borderline<br><br>I wish that I could tell you why I call<br>Sometimes it`s just hard for me, that`s all<br>I know that it`s over and it`s just a waste of time<br>Until I cross that bourbon borderline<br><br>Memories of you surround me<br>And I`m afraid the tears might drown me<br>Oh, I think I`m doing fine<br>Until I cross that bourbon borderline<br><br>It`s good that I just do this now and then<br>You know I`m realy not a drinking man<br>But I coan`t bear to talk about us any other time<br>Until I cross that bourbon borderline<br><br>Memories of you surround me<br>And I`m afraid the tears might drown me<br>Oh, I think I`m doing fine<br>Until I cross that bourbon borderline<br><br>Oh, I think I`m doing fine<br>Until I cross that bourbon borderline