Glen Campbell – Dust On My Saddle (Guitar)

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

F#                                 G#m     
They claim we were in Clinton last year in the month of June

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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

                                               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

                                        G#m
Six years now since that fateful day my ridin' days have ceased

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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"

                         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

                                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

                  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