When I Get To The Border - Real Time

Dirty people take what’s mine

I can leave them all behind

They can never cross that line

When I get to the border

Sallboat standing at the door

Wait until I hit the floor

They won’t find me anymore

When I get to the Border

When I get to the border

Monday mornin', monday mornin'

Closing in on me

I’m packing up and runnin' 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 get to the border

When I get to the border

One way ticket’s in my hand

I’m heading for the chosen land

All my troubles turn to sand

When I get to the Border

Salty girl with the yellow hair

Sittin' in that rocking chair

And if I’m weary, I won’t care

When I get to the border

When I get to the border

Monday mornin', monday mornin'

Closing in on me

I’m packing up and runnin' 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

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

When I get to the border