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Dust On My Saddle
Glen Campbell
Intro: A
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Dust on my saddle mud on my boots
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Couple of empty saddle bags except for two old suits
I'm tired and I'm hungry worried as can be
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Last night I saw a poster and they're still after me
verse 1
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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
A man was shot in cold blood in a friendly poker game
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I don't know how it happened but somehow I got the blame
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Dust on my saddle mud on my boots
A couple of empty saddle bags except for two old suits
I'm tired and I'm hungry worried as can be
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Last night I saw a poster and they're still after me
verse 2
Well I've worked up in the gold mines and I've logged up in the hills
Come spring I'd drive the herds up come fall I'd work the mills
Well I've done most ev'ry kind of work from letter A to Z
I guess I'll be a ridin' now the past is chasing me
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Dust on my saddle, mud on my boots
A couple of empty saddle bags except for two old suits
I'm tired and I'm hungry worried as can be
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Last night I saw a poster and they're still after me
verse 3
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
I'm carryin' a Bible instead of a forty five
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Rememberin' that poster sayin' "Dead or Alive"
verse 4
The Sunday sermon's over I look out towards the bar
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Several men are comin' one has on a star
Well I guess this time they caught me runnin' ain't no use
This robe will never stop them they think they know the truth
Verse 5
But now the star is speaking he says that I am free
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These years I spent a runnin' they didn't have to be
Well they caught their man six years ago right after I left town
My ridin' days are over now and I can settle down
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Dust on my saddle mud on my boots
A couple of empty saddle bags except for two old suits
I'm tired and I'm hungry worried as can be
Last night I saw a poster and they're still after me
Outro
Dust on my saddle mud on my boots
A couple of empty saddle bags except for two old suits
I'm tired and I'm hungry lonely as can be
I'm bound for Carolina and my family