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Seals And Crofts

Genres: Rock

Dust On My Saddle Lyrics - Seals And Crofts

Dust on my saddle, mud on my boots 

A coupla 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 

 

They claim we were in Clinton last year in the month of June 

They said on the night of the seventeen in Katy's old saloon 

A man was shot in cold blood in a friendly poker game 

I don't know how it happened but somehow I got the blame 

 

Dust on my saddle, mud on my boots 

A coupla 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 

 

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 

 

Dust on my saddle, mud on my boots 

A coupla 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 

 

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

Well, I'm hidin' out in Kansas now, they think I am a priest 

I'm carryin' a Bible instead of a forty five 

Rememberin' that poster sayin', "Dead or Alive" 

 

The Sunday sermon's over, I look out towards the bar 

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 

 

But now the star is speaking he says that I am free 

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 

 

Dust on my saddle, mud on my boots 

A coupla 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 

 

Dust on my saddle, mud on my boots 

A coupla 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 

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