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 the 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