Dust On My Saddle

	  		
  
  
Intro: 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    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 
  
 
 
 
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  
I'm bound for Carolina, and my family