Greedy people take what's minenI can leave them all behindnThey can never cross that linenWhen I get to the bordernnSawbones standing at the doornWaiting until I hit the floornHe won't find me anymorenWhen I get to the bordernnMonday morning, monday morning nClosing in on menI'm packing up and I'm running away nTo where nobody thinks of mennIf you see a box of pine nWith a name that looks like mine nSay I drowned in a barrel of winenWhen I got to the bordernWhen I got to the bordernnA one-way ticket's in my handnHeaded for the chosen landnMy troubles will all turn to sandnWhen I get to the bordernnSalty girl with yellow hair nWaiting in that rocking chairnAnd if I'm weary I won't carenWhen I get to the bordernnMonday morning, monday morningnClosing in on menI'm packing up and running away nTo where nobody thinks of mennA dusty road that smells so sweetnPaved with gold beneath my feetnAnd I'll be dancing down the street nWhen I get to the bordernWhen I get to the border