[Lyric] Trouble on the Western Survey (Vehicle Flips)

I am drawing the boundary
I am drawing the line
And I don't see us finishing
'Till at least 1789

I miss your touch
I miss your charms
And conversation
I wanna fall into your arms

I am drawing the boundary, I
Am drawing the line

An endless number of hills
Covered with timber and wheat
Serpents, mosquitos
Pestilence, disease

And patches of poison ivy
Acres-wide
My hands are as completely blistered
As I had applied a plaster of cantharides
I am drawing the boundary, I
Am drawing the line
I am drawing the boundary, I
Am drawing the line

In a future time
Peoplе will cross this line
To avoid three-two beer
Shoot themselvеs a deer a week ahead of time

I must go forth
One hill after the other
Perfectly north

I miss your voice
I miss your style
Every evening for you I pine

I am drawing the boundary, I
Am drawing the line