by Richard Thompson
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Greedy people take what's mine
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I can leave them all behind
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And they can never cross that line
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When I get to the border
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Saw-bones standin' at the door
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Waiting till I hit the floor
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He won't find me anymore
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When I get to the border
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CHORUS:
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Monday morning, Monday morning
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Closing in on me
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I'm packin' up and I'm a-runnin' away
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To where nobody thinks of me
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If you see a box of pine
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With a name that looks like mine
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Say I drowned in a barrel of wine
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When I got to the border
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When I got to the border
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CHORUS
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A one way ticket's in my hand
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Headed for the chosen land
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My troubles will all turn to sand
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When I get to the border
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A soft girl with yellow hair
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Waiting in that rockin' chair
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And if I'm weary I won't care
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When I get to the border
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CHORUS
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A dusty road that smells so sweet
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Paved with gold beneath my feet
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And I'll be dancing down the street
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When I get to the border
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When I get to the border
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CHORUS
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When I Get To The Border
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| Arlo Guthrie |
