Текст (слова) песни: thompson richard - When I Get To The Border
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
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