When I Get To The Border

<br>Dirty people take what`s mine <br>I can leave them all behind <br>They can never cross that line <br>When I get to the border <br><br>Sawbones standing at the door <br>Waiting `til I hit the floor <br>They won`t find me anymore <br>When I get to the border <br><br>Monday morning, Monday morning <br>Closing in on me <br>I`m packing up and running away <br>To where nobody picks on me <br><br>If you see a box of pine <br>With a name that looks like mine. <br>Say I drowned in a barrel of wine. <br>When I got to the border <br><br>A one way ticket`s in my hand <br>Heading for the chosen land <br>My troubles will all turn to sand <br>When I get to the border <br><br>Salty boy with yellow hair <br>Waiting in that rocking chair <br>And if I`m weary I won`t care <br>When I get to the border <br><br>Monday morning, Monday morning <br>Closing in on me <br>I`m packing up and running away <br>To where nobody picks on me <br><br>Dusty road will smell so sweet <br>Paved with gold beneath my feet <br>And I`ll be dancing down the street <br>When I get to the border <br>And I`ll be dancing down the street <br>When I get to the border <br>When I get to the border <br>When I get to the border