Greedy people take what's mine I can leave them all behind And they can never cross that line
Saw-bones standin' at the door Waiting till I hit the floor
Monday morning, Monday morning I'm packin' up and I'm a-runnin' away To where nobody thinks of me
With a name that looks like mine Say I drowned in a barrel of wine
A one way ticket's in my hand Headed for the chosen land My troubles will all turn to sand
A soft girl with yellow hair Waiting in that rockin' chair And if I'm weary I won't care
A dusty road that smells so sweet Paved with gold beneath my feet And I'll be dancing down the street