Turn to me folks, take what's mine
I can leave you all behind,
you can never cross the line
When I get to the border,
there's a sore bone standing at the door
And it's waiting till I hit the floor,
but he won't find me anymore
When I get to the border
Monday morning,
Monday morning, closing in on me
I'll pack it up while I'm runnin' away
To where nobody can pick on me
So if you see a box of vine
With a name on the lid
that's spelt like mine
You can say I drowned in a barrel of wine
When I got to the border
When I got to the border
Now
the
one -way ticket's in my hand
And I'm heading for my chosen land
Where my troubles will all turn to sand
When I get to the border
There's a salty girl with yellow hair
Waiting in my rocking chair
And if I'm weary then she won't care
When I get to the border
Lonely mornin', lonely mornin',
no sleepin' on me
I'm packin' up, I'm runnin' away to where nobody can pick on me
I'll pack it up and I'm running away
Till when I run again, you know I'll flee
Now the dusty road's beneath my feet
And it's paved with gold,
the smell is sweet
So I'll be dancing down the street, when I get to the border,
when I get to the border