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
They won`t find me anymore
When I get to the border
Monday morning, Monday morning
Closing in on me
I`m packing up and 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
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 boy 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 running away
To where nobody picks on me
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
And I`ll be dancing down the street
When I get to the border
When I get to the border
When I get to the border