Dust Of The Chase Lyrics - Singles - Hubbard Ray Wylie

I come down from Oklahoma with a pistol in my boot 

A pair of dice, a deck of cards and a bible in my suit 

I come her as the cause of tears, I am a crying shame 

Seven stud or eternal blood, just looking for a game 

I double crossed the State of Texas and they give me a little time 

I taught myself to doublecut the cards and hold scriptures in my mind 

I learned to love the tumblin dice and to believe the word 

Tombstones or rolling bones, beats anything I ever heard. 

Patience is a virtue that I don't possess 

And I can't deny that heavan lies beneath a cotton dress 

How small a part of time we share 'till we hear the sound of wings 

I'm lost in the dust of the chase that my life brings. 

I have walked through God's green pastures and seen the rich blue skies 

I have seen the fall of man and the kingdom hidden from his eyes 

I have heard the roar of thunder and felt the lightening bolt 

And when I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I take along 

Samuel Colt 

Every night I kiss the cards and hold them to my breast 

And when I see the king of hearts I know that I am blessed 

And though my eyes are blind sometimes, I know there's something there 

And when the times at hand and I kill a man, I say a little prayer. 

I come down from Oklahoma with a pistol in my boot 

A pair of dice, a deck of cards and a bible in my suit 

How small a part of time we share 'till we hear the sound of wings 

I'm lost in the dust of the chase that my life brings. 

How small a part of time we share 'till we hear the sound of wings 

Lost in the dust of the chase that my life brings.