When I Get To The Border(Chords)

	        


th Fret 


Intro: C  F G   C Am F G   C   G  C G Am G F  G C  


Dirty people take what's mine 
                 G 
I can leave them all behind 
C        G     Am         C 
They can never cross that line 
     F            G        
When I get to the Border 


C 
Sawbones standing at the door 
               G 
Waiting 'til I hit the floor 
C          G       Am      C 
They won't find me anymore 
     F            G  C 
When I get to the Border 


Chorus: 
G 
Monday morning, Monday morning 
        C     G 
Closing in on me 
                    Em 
I'm packing up, I'm running away 
           C             D G 
To where nobody picks on me_ 


C 
If you see a box of pine 
                 G 
With a name that looks like mine 
C     G            Am        C   
Say I drowned in a barrel of wine 
     F            G  C 
When I got to the Border 



Instrumental: C  F G   C Am F G   C    G  C G Am G F  G C  



A one way ticket's in my hand 
                G 
Heading for the chosen land 
   C        G        Am       C 
My troubles will all turn to sand 
     F            G   
When I get to the Border 


C 
Salty boy with yellow hair 
                G 
Waiting in that rocking chair 
    C      G     Am      C 
And if I'm weary I won't care 
     F            G  C 
When I get to the Border 


Chorus: 
G 
Monday morning, Monday morning 
        C     G 
Closing in on me 
                    Em 
I'm packing up, I'm running away 
           C             D G 
To where nobody picks on me_ 


C 
Dusty road will smell so sweet 
                  G 
Paved with gold beneath my feet 
    C       G       Am       C 
And I'll be dancing down the street 
     F            G  C 
When I get to the Border 


OUTRO: 
C       Em      Am       C 
I'll be dancing down the street 
     F            G  C  
When I get to the Border 
     F            G  C   
When I get to the Border 
     F            G  C       F G  C G Am C F   C 
When I get to the Border
	        

Written by Richard Thompson