When I Get To The Border - Richard & Linda Thompson

Written by：Richard Thompson

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 the yellow hair

Waiting in that rocking chair

And if I'm weary I won't care

When I get to the border

Morning 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