Richard Thompson OBE (born 3 April 1949, Notting Hill, London) is a British singer/songwriter and guitarist. Highly regarded for his guitar techniques, Thompson was awarded the Orville H. Gibson award for best acoustic guitar player in 1991. Similarly, his songwriting has earned him an Ivor Novello Award and, in 2006, a lifetime achievement award from BBC Radio. Thompson made his debut as a recording artist as a member of Fairport Convention in September 1967.
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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: [email protected] (Julie Hayne) Newsgroups: rec.music.makers.guitar.tablature Date: Sun, 15 Aug 1993 11:47:42
WHEN I GET TO THE BORDER Richard Thompson Transcribed by Phil Saunders
Intro: CF(add D)
C Dirty people take what's mine FG I can leave them all behind CG/BAmC/G They can never cross that line FG 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
G Monday morning, monday morning G Closing in on me GD/F#Em I'm packing up and running away CD 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