Dust Of The Chase

Am G D Am 2x Am G So, I come down from Oklahoma with a pistol in my boot D Am A pair of dice, a deck of cards, a Bible in my suit Am G I come here as the 'cause of tears, I'm just a crying shame D Am Seven stud or eternal blood, I'm lookin' for a game Am G I double crossed the State of Texas, they give me a little time D Am I taught myself to double cut the cards and hold scriptures in my mind Am G I learned to love the tumblin' dice and to believe the word D Am Tombstones or rolling bones, beats anything I ever heard Am G Patience is a virtue that I don't possess D Am And I can't deny that Heaven lies beneath a cotton dress Am G How small a part of time we share 'till we hear the sound of wings D Am I'm lost in the dust of the chase that my life brings Am G I have walked through God's green pastures beneath his rich blue skies D Am I've seen the fall of man and the kingdom hidden from their eyes Am G I have heard the roar of thunder I've felt the lightening bolt D Am And when I walk through the valley of the shadow of death well I take along Samuel Colt Am G Every night I kiss the cards and I hold them to my breast D Am And when I see the King of Hearts I know that I am blessed Am G And though my eyes are blind sometimes, I know there's something there D Am So when the times at hand and I, I k**l a man, I-- say a prayer Am G D Am 2x Am G So I come down from Oklahoma with a pistol in my boot D Am A pair of dice, a deck of cards, a Bible in my suit Am G How small a part of time we share till we hear the sound of wings D Am I am lost in the dust of the chase that my life brings Am G How small a part of time we share till we hear the sound of wings D Am I am lost in the dust of the chase that my life brings