| Song | When I Get to the Border |
| Artist | Richard & Linda Thompson |
| Album | I Want to See the Bright Lights Tonight |
| 作曲 : 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 |
| zuò qǔ : 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 |