Cifras
Dusty Old Dust

Tono: C

Introducción:

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                     C                                               G 
        I've sung this song, but I'll sing it again,
                           C                                               G 
        of the place that I lived on the wild windy plains,
                         C                   C7                     F 
        in the month called April, the county called Gray,
   C 
"So long, it's been good to know yuh,
 G                                                       C 
so long, it's been good to know yuh,
         C7                 F 
so long, it's been good to know yuh,
             C                                     G 
this dusty old dust is a-gettin' my home,
             G7                                   C 
and I got to be driftin' along."
               C                                         G 
        A dust storm hit, an' it hit like thunder,
                 C                                           G 
        it dusted us over, an' it covered us under,
             C                           C7                     F 
        blocked out the traffic an' blocked out the sun,
                 C                                               G 
        We talked of the end of the world, and then,
                   C                                         G 
        we'd sing a song an' then sing it again.
                     C                   C7             F 
        We'd sit for an hour an' not say a word,
             C                                         G 
        Sweethearts sat in the dark and sparked,
                     C                                                 G 
        they hugged and kissed in that dusty old dark.
                     C                   C7         F 
        They sighed and cried, hugged and kissed,
                   G                                       G7                     C 
        instead of marriage, they talked like this: "Honey..."
                             C                                           G 
        Now, the telephone rang, an' it jumped off the wall,
             C                                             G 
        that was the preacher, a-makin' his call.
                   C                     C7                   F 
        He said, "Kind friend, this may be the end,
                           G                                             G7                   C 
        an' you got your last chance of salvation of sin!"
                     C                                                       G 
        The churches was jammed, and the churches was packed,
                             C                                         G 
        an' that dusty old dust storm blowed so black.
             C                       C7                   F 
        Preacher could not read a word of his text,