Lucy Kaplansky - 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 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