When I Get To The Border

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 'till 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
 Just 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 the 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