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, I'm 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, I'm 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
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