When I Get To The Border — текст песни (thompson richard)

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 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