Dusty

A D A E7 A E7 A Dusty’s just another drunken indian D E7 A Coming from the stock yards in the morning E7 A Riding on some social worker’s nightmare D A E7 was the only pony dusty ever rode A E7 A now he wasn’t born to his present occupation D E7 A and our bleeding hearts don’t seem to understand E7 A that he planned to work in the factories of the nation D A E7 but he tried and he failed and he just didn’t give a damn A E7 A dusty sits behind his favourite restaurant D E7 A and he rolls a smoke he stares up at the sky E7 A he smiles through his broken teeth at a well worth stranger D A E7 who’d never read the pain in dusty’s eyes A E7 A he’s too far gone to ever know the answer D E7 A and his natural defenses are not there E7 A well you couldn’t know if you’d never been on welfare D A E7 and your pity is such a useless way to care A E7 A now a neon light is a closest thing to a campfire D E7 A and a lobby chair is the closest thing to a home E7 A and he carries the pride of a distant generation D A E7 in the wine that keeps him warm when he’s alone A E7 A dusty found a bed in some old box car D E7 A and the winters seemed to creep in through the door E7 A and his spirit left him some time close to daybreak D A E7 and you know I swear it left him a hundred years ago A E7 A well the government pair for a prayer at dusty’s funeral D E7 A and they held a general meeting at the city hall E7 A and they all agreed that the conscience of a nation D A E7 won’t be satisfied till we’ve killed them all A E7 A Dusty’s just another drunken indian D E7 A Coming from the stock yards in the morning E7 A Riding on some social worker’s nightmare D A E7 A Could it be the reason dusty isn’t with us anymore