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When I Get To The Border

Richard Thompson
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Strum
D-DU-UDU
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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 dorr
 Waiting 'til 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 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
 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 running away
 To where nobody picks on me
 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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Readable chord sheet for When I Get To The Border by Richard Thompson

[C]  [F](add [D])

[C]Dirty people take what's mine
[F]I can leave them all be[G]hind
[C]They can [G/B]never [Am]cross that [C/G]line
When [F]I get to the Bor[G]der

Sawbones standing at the dorr
Waiting 'til I hit the floor
He won't find me anymore
When I get to the Border

[G]Monday morning, monday morning
[G]Closing in on me
[G]I'm packing [D/F#]up and [Em]running away
To where [C]nobody picks on [D]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

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 running away
To where nobody picks on me

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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