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
['alternative country', 'art rock', 'british folk', 'country rock', 'folk', 'folk rock', 'roots rock', 'singer-songwriter']