Seals & Crofts - Dust on my saddle

Dust on my saddle, ^Bmmud on my boots A ^Ecouple of empty saddle bags, except for two old ^Asuits I'm tired and I'm hungry, ^Bmworried as can be Last ^Enight I saw a poster and they're still after ^Ame ^F#

They claim we were in Clinton, last ^Abmyear in the month of June They ^Dbsaid on the night of the 17th, in Katy's old s^F#aloon A man was shot in cold blood, in a ^Abmfriendly poker game I d^Dbon't know how it happened, but somehow I got the ^F#blame

Dust on my saddle, ^Bmmud on my boots A ^Ecouple of empty saddle bags, except for two old ^Asuits I'm tired and I'm hungry, ^Bmworried as can be Last ^Enight I saw a poster and they're still after ^Ame ^F#

Well, I've worked up in the gold mines and I've ^Abmlogged up in the hills Come ^DbSpring, I'd drive the herds up, come Fall, I'd work the ^F#mills Well, I've done most every kind of work, from ^Abmletter A to Z I ^Dbguess I'll be a-riding now, the past is chasing ^F#me

Dust on my saddle, ^Bmmud on my boots A ^Ecouple of empty saddle bags, except for two old ^Asuits I'm tired and I'm hungry, ^Bmworried as can be Last ^Enight I saw a poster and they're still after ^Ame ^F#

Six years now since that fateful day. my ^Abmriding days have ceased Well I'm ^Dbhiding out in Kansas, they think I am a ^F#priest I'm carrying a Bible in^Abmstead of a forty-five Re^Dbmembering that poster saying, "Dead^F# or Alive"

Sunday sermon's over, I look ^Abmout towards the bar ^DbSeveral men are coming, one has on a ^F#star Well, I guess this time they caught me, ^Abmrunning ain't no use This ^Dbrobe will never stop them, they think they know the ^F#truth

But now the star is speaking, he ^Abmsays that I am free These ^Dbyears I spent a-running, they didn't have to ^F#be Well, they caught their man six years ago, right ^Abmafter I left town My ^Dbriding days are over now and I can settle ^F#down

^ADust on my saddle, ^Bmmud on my boots A ^Ecouple of empty saddle bags, except for two old ^Asuits I'm tired and I'm hungry, ^Bmworried as can be Last ^Enight I saw a poster and they're still after ^Ame

Dust on my saddle, ^Bmmud on my boots A ^Ecouple of empty saddle bags, except for two old ^Asuits I'm tired and I'm hungry, ^Bmlonely as can be I'm ^Ebound for Carolina,

N.C.

and my fami^Aly