Dust On My Saddle

(início)

Intro   A
Chorus 1
A                   Bm
Dust on my saddle   mud on my boots
E                           E7                 A
Couple of empty saddle bags except for two old suits
                         Bm
I'm tired and I'm hungry worried as can be
E                                     E7          A   F#
Last night I saw a poster and they're still after me
Verse 1
F#                                 G#m
They claim we were in Clinton last year in the month of June
C#                                           C#7        F#
They said on the night of the seventeenth in Katy's old saloon
                                  G#m
A man was shot in cold blood in a friendly poker game
C#                                   C#7           F#     A
I don't know how it happened but somehow I got the blame
Chorus 2
                  Bm
Dust on my saddle mud on my boots
  E                           E7                 A
A couple of empty saddle bags except for two old suits
                         Bm
I'm tired and I'm hungry worried as can be
E                                     E7          A    F#
Last night I saw a poster and they're still after me
Verse 2
                                               G#m
Well I've worked up in the gold mines and I've logged up in the hills
     C#                                 C#7               F#
Come spring I'd drive the herds up come fall I'd work the mills
                                            G#m
Well I've done most ev'ry kind of work from letter A to Z
  C#                     C#7                     F#
I guess I'll be a ridin' now the past is chasing me
Chorus 3
A                  Bm
Dust on my saddle, mud on my boots
  E                           E7                 A
A couple of empty saddle bags except for two old suits
                         Bm
I'm tired and I'm hungry worried as can be
E                                     E7          A   F#
Last night I saw a poster and they're still after me
Verse 3
                                        G#m
Six years now since that fateful day my ridin' days have ceased
C#                            C#7                   F#
Well I'm hidin' out in Kansas now they think I am a priest
                     G#m
I'm carryin' a Bible instead of a forty five
C#                              C#7     F#
Rememberin' that poster sayin' "Dead or Alive"
Verse 4
                         G#m
The Sunday sermon's over I look out towards the bar
C#                     C#7          F#
Several men are comin' one has on a star
                                      G#m
Well I guess this time they caught me runnin' ain't no use
     C#                             C#7                 F#
This robe will never stop them they think they know the truth
Verse 5
                                G#m
But now the star is speaking he says that I am free
C#                     C#7                        F#
These years I spent a runnin' they didn't have to be
                                         G#m
Well they caught their man six years ago right after I left town
   C#                           C#7          F#
My ridin' days are over now and I can settle down
Chorus 4
A                 Bm
Dust on my saddle mud on my boots
  E                           E7                 A
A couple of empty saddle bags except for two old suits
                         Bm
I'm tired and I'm hungry worried as can be
     E                                E7          A
Last night I saw a poster and they're still after me
Outro
                  Bm
Dust on my saddle mud on my boots
  E                           E7                 A
A couple of empty saddle bags except for two old suits
                          Bm
I'm tired and I'm hungry lonely as can be
    E                      E7 A
I'm bound for Carolina and my family