2 acessos
INTRO: A CHORUS: Bm Dust on my saddle, mud on my boots E 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 A F# Last night I saw a poster and they're still after me Abm They claim we were in Clinton, last year in the month of June Db F# They said on the night of the 17th, in Katy's old saloon Abm A man was shot in cold blood, in a friendly poker game Db F# I don't know how it happened, but somehow I got the blame CHORUS: Bm Dust on my saddle, mud on my boots E 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 A F# Last night I saw a poster and they're still after me Abm Well, I've worked up in the gold mines and I've logged up in the hills Db F# Come Spring, I'd drive the herds up, come Fall, I'd work the mills Abm Well, I've done most every kind of work, from letter A to Z Db F# I guess I'll be a-riding now, the past is chasing me CHORUS: Bm Dust on my saddle, mud on my boots E 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 A F# Last night I saw a poster and they're still after me Abm Six years now since that fateful day. my riding days have ceased Db F# Well I'm hiding out in Kansas, they think I am a priest Abm I'm carrying a Bible instead of a forty-five Db F# Remembering that poster saying, "Dead or Alive" Abm Sunday sermon's over, I look out towards the bar Db F# Several men are coming, one has on a star Abm Well, I guess this time they caught me, running ain't no use Db F# This robe will never stop them, they think they know the truth Abm But now the star is speaking, he says that I am free Db F# These years I spent a-running, they didn't have to be Abm Well, they caught their man six years ago, right after I left town Db F# My riding days are over now and I can settle down CHORUS: A Bm Dust on my saddle, mud on my boots E 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 A Last night I saw a poster and they're still after me CHORUS: Bm Dust on my saddle, mud on my boots E 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 N.C. A I'm bound for Carolina, and my family