Tom: A
Introdução:
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