[00:00.00] 作词 : Richard Thompson
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Richard Thompson
[00:00.00]Dirty people take what's mine
[00:16.98]I can leave them all behind
[00:20.19]They can never cross that line
[00:23.16]When I get to the border
[00:26.40]Sawbones standing at the door
[00:29.67]Waiting till I hit the floor
[00:32.91]He won't find me anymore
[00:35.91]When I get to the border
[00:39.27]Monday morning, monday morning
[00:42.45]Closing in on me
[00:45.45]I'm packing up and I'm running away
[00:48.24]To where nobody picks on me
[00:51.99]If you see a box of pine
[00:55.23]With a name that looks like mine
[00:58.14]Just say I drowned in a barrel of wine
[01:01.35]When I got to the border
[01:04.53]When I got to the border
[01:20.22]A one way ticket's in my hand
[01:23.52]Heading for the chosen land
[01:26.49]My troubles will all turn to sand
[01:29.70]When I get to the border
[01:32.85]Salty girl with yellow hair
[01:36.09]Waiting in that rocking chair
[01:39.18]And if I'm weary I won't care
[01:42.27]When I get to the border
[01:45.60]Monday morning, monday morning
[01:48.54]Closing in on me
[01:51.66]I'm packing up and I'm running away
[01:54.39]To where nobody picks on me
[01:57.87]The dusty road will smell so sweet
[02:01.17]Paved with gold beneath my feet
[02:04.20]And I'll be dancing down the street
[02:07.29]When I get to the border
[02:10.47]When I get to the border

作词 : Richard Thompson
作曲 : Richard Thompson
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