greedy people take whats 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 wont find me anymore
when i get to the border
monday morning, monday morning closing in on me
Im packing up and im running away to where nobody thinks of 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 tickets in my hand
headed 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 rockin chair
and if im weary i wont care
when i get to the border
monday morning, monday morning
closing in on me
im packing up and running away to where nobody thinks of me
a dusty road that smells so sweet
paved with gold beneath my feet
and ill be dancing down the street
when i get to the border
when i get to the border