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(Tempo: slow, picked) D 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 G these days spent in hiding, with rain coming down on my roof A D A well I'm going nowhere, just gatering dust on my boots D G Out here on the outskirts, this old caravan is my home A D A the tyres are flat, nowhers a place that I'm going D 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 (instrumental over D G A D A D) G D I wake up each morning, wearing yesterdays blues Bm Em A theres 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 note: this is my own interpritation of this song Worked out by Jas for private use only! www.geocities.com/gondwanna_country
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