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Dust On My Saddle

Key: A

Introduction:  A  

difficulty
very easy |||||
                                       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
                                       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
                                       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
 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
                                       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

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