Dust On My Boots

D Bm G Theres dust on my boots and a four day growth on my chin A D A a sink full of dishes, looks like the rains settin' in D Bm G these days spent in hiding, with the rain coming down on my roof A D A well I'm going nowhere, just gathering dust on my boots D Bm G Out here on the outskirts, this old caravan is my home A D A the tyres are flat, nowher's a place that I'm going D Bm G I can't see a future, just visit these meories of you A D well I'm going nowhere, just gathering dust on my boots G D I woke up this morning, wearin yesterdays blues Bm Em A theres no gettin over, what I'm going through G Bm my friends try to tell me, I've gotta start living again D A D but I'm going nowhere, gathering dust on my boots D Bm G A D A A7 D G D I wake up each morning, wearing yesterdays blues Bm Em A There's no getting over, what I'm going through G Bm so don't try and tell me, I've gotta start living again D A Bm E cause I'm still doing time, gathering dust on my boots D A D G D G D yeah I'm going nowhere, gathering dust on my boots