Lucy Kaplansky

Lucy Kaplansky - When I Get To The Border lyrics

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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 '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 and 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 and 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 

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
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