When I Get To The Border Lyrics - Richard & Linda Thompson

Dirty people take what's mine, I can leave them all behind 

They can never cross that line when I get to the border 

Sawbones standing at the door waiting 'til I hit the floor 

He won't find me anymore when I get to the border 

Monday morning, Monday morning closing in on me 

I'm packing up and I'm running away to where nobody picks on me 

If you see a box of pine with a name that looks like mine 

Say I drowned in a barrel of wine when I got to the border 

When I got to the border 

A one way ticket's in my hand, heading for the chosen land 

My troubles will all turn to sand when I get to the border 

Salty girl with yellow hair waiting in that rocking chair 

And if I'm weary I won't care when I get to the border 

Monday morning, Monday morning closing in on me 

I'm packing up and I'm running away to where nobody picks on me 

The dusty road will smell so sweet paved with gold beneath my feet 

And I'll be dancing down the street when I get to the border 

When I get to the border