Richard Thompson - When I Get To The Border lyrics

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