Richard Thompson - When I Get To The Border Lyrics
Dirty people take what's mineI can leave them all behindThey can never cross that lineWhen I get to the borderSawbones standing at the doorWaiting 'till I hit the floorHe won't find me anymoreWhen I get to the borderMonday morning, monday morningClosing in on meI'm packing up and I'm running awayTo where nobody picks on meIf you see a box of pineWith a name that looks like mine.Just say I drowned in a barrel of wine.When I got to the borderWhen I got to the borderA one way ticket's in my handHeading for the chosen landMy troubles will all turn to sandWhen I get to the borderSalty girl with yellow hairWaiting in that rocking chairAnd if I'm weary I won't careWhen I get to the borderMonday morning, monday morningClosing in on meI'm packing up and I'm running awayTo where nobody picks on meThe dusty road will smell so sweetPaved with gold beneath my feetAnd I'll be dancing down the streetWhen I get to the borderWhen I get to the border