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Diamond Girl 09 Dust on My Saddle
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Dust on the saddle, mud on my boots
A couple of empty saddlebags 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 17th 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 couple of empty saddlebags 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 every kind of work from letter A to Z
I guess I'll be a-ridin' now the past is chasin' me
Dust on my saddle, mud on my boots
A couple of empty saddlebags 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 .45
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 couple of empty saddlebags 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 couple of empty saddlebags 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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