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 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