tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334460.post-1091061700596161882004-07-28T17:35:00.000-07:002004-07-28T17:42:27.710-07:002004-07-28T17:42:27.710-07:00<a href="http://www.thebeesknees.com/bk-rt-bi.html"><b>Richard & Linda Thompson</b></a>, from the album <b>I Want To See The Bright Lights Tonight</b> <br /><a href="http://musicstore.real.com/music_store/preview.ram?trackid=5796495"><img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B0001N9ZKW.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" height="125" width="125"> </a> <br /><span class="fullpost">Dirty people take what's mine <br />I can leave them all behind <br />They can never cross that line <br />When I get to the border <br />Sawbones standing at the door <br />Waiting 'till I hit the floor <br />He won't find me anymore <br />When I get to the border <br /> <br />Monday morning, monday morning <br />Closing in on me <br />I'm packing up and I'm running away <br />To where nobody picks on me <br /> <br />If you see a box of pine <br />With a name that looks like mine. <br />Just say I drowned in a barrel of wine. <br />When I got to the border <br />When I got to the border <br /> <br />A one way ticket's in my hand <br />Heading for the chosen land <br />My troubles will all turn to sand <br />When I get to the border <br /> <br />Salty girl with yellow hair <br />Waiting in that rocking chair <br />And if I'm weary I won't care <br />When I get to the border <br /> <br />Monday morning, monday morning <br />Closing in on me <br />I'm packing up and I'm running away <br />To where nobody picks on me <br /> <br />The dusty road will smell so sweet <br />Paved with gold beneath my feet <br />And I'll be dancing down the street <br />When I get to the border <br />When I get to the border <br /> <br /><b><i>(Richard Thompson)</b></i></span> <br /><i>Sometimes I couldn't agree more.</i>David Dewesehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01950095432293915662noreply@blogger.com