(Lyrics and music by James Seals, 1966)
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Dust on my saddle, mud on my boots.
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A coupla empty saddle bags except for two old suits.
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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.
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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 17th in Katy's old saloon.
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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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Well I've worked up in the gold mines and I've logged up in the hills.
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Come Spring I'd drive the herds up, come Fall I'd work the mills.
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Well I've done most ev'ry kind of work from letter A to Z.
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I guess I'll be a-ridin' now the past is chasing me.
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Six years now since that fateful day my ridin' days have ceased.
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I'm hidin' out in Kansas now, they think I am a priest.
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I'm carryin' a Bible instead of a.45.
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Rememberin' that poster sayin' "Dead or Alive."
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The Sunday sermon's over, I look out towards the bar.
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Several men are comin', one has on a star.
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Well I guess this time they caught me, runnin' ain't no use.
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This robe will never stop them, they think they know the truth.
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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.
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Well they caught their man six years ago right after I left town.
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My ridin' days are over now and I can settle down.
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[Chorus]
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Dust on my saddle, mud on my boots.
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A coupla empty saddle bags except for two old suits.
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I'm tired and I'm hungry, lonely as can be.
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I'm bound for Carolina, and my family!
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Dust On My Saddle (Mud On My Boots)
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| Seals & Crofts |
