Dust On My Saddle

	  		
Intro: A 

A                   Bm 
Dust on my saddle   mud on my boots 
E                           E7                 A 
Couple of empty saddle bags except for two old suits 
                         Bm 
I'm tired and I'm hungry worried as can be 
E                                     E7          A   F# 
Last night I saw a poster and they're still after me 


verse 1 

F#                                 G#m      
They claim we were in Clinton last year in the month of June 
C#                                           C#7        F# 
They said on the night of the seventeenth in Katy's old saloon 
                                  G#m 
A man was shot in cold blood in a friendly poker game 
C#                                   C#7           F#     A 
I don't know how it happened but somehow I got the blame 

                  Bm 
Dust on my saddle mud on my boots 
  E                           E7                 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                                     E7          A    F# 
Last night I saw a poster and they're still after me 


verse 2 

                                               G#m      
Well I've worked up in the gold mines and I've logged up in the hills 
     C#                                 C#7               F# 
Come spring I'd drive the herds up come fall I'd work the mills 
                                            G#m 
Well I've done most ev'ry kind of work from letter A to Z 
  C#                     C#7                     F# 
I guess I'll be a ridin' now the past is chasing me 

A                  Bm 
Dust on my saddle, mud on my boots 
  E                           E7                 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                                     E7          A   F# 
Last night I saw a poster and they're still after me 


verse 3 

                                        G#m 
Six years now since that fateful day my ridin' days have ceased 
C#                            C#7                   F# 
Well I'm hidin' out in Kansas now they think I am a priest 
                     G#m      
I'm carryin' a Bible instead of a forty five 
C#                              C#7     F# 
Rememberin' that poster sayin' "Dead or Alive" 

verse 4 

                         G#m 
The Sunday sermon's over I look out towards the bar 
C#                     C#7          F# 
Several men are comin' one has on a star 
                                      G#m 
Well I guess this time they caught me runnin' ain't no use 
     C#                             C#7                 F# 
This robe will never stop them they think they know the truth 

Verse 5 
                                G#m 
But now the star is speaking he says that I am free 
C#                     C#7                        F# 
These years I spent a runnin' they didn't have to be 
                                         G#m 
Well they caught their man six years ago right after I left town 
   C#                           C#7          F#    
My ridin' days are over now and I can settle down 

A                 Bm 
Dust on my saddle mud on my boots 
  E                           E7                 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                                E7          A 
Last night I saw a poster and they're still after me 


Outro 
                  Bm 
Dust on my saddle mud on my boots 
  E                           E7                 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                      E7 A 
I'm bound for Carolina and my family