Greedy 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 until 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 thinks of 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 When I got to the border
A one-way ticket's in my hand Headed 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 running away To where nobody thinks of me
A dusty road that smells 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 borderTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
