by Richard Thompson



Greedy people take what's mine

I can leave them all behind

And they can never cross that line

When I get to the border



Saw-bones standin' at the door

Waiting till I hit the floor

He won't find me anymore

When I get to the border



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Monday morning, Monday morning

Closing in on me

I'm packin' up and I'm a-runnin' 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



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A one way ticket's in my hand

Headed for the chosen land

My troubles will all turn to sand

When I get to the border



A soft girl with yellow hair

Waiting in that rockin' chair

And if I'm weary I won't care

When I get to the border



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A dusty road that smells 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



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