Ray Wylie Hubbard

Dust Of The Chase(Keyboard chords)

Ray Wylie Hubbard

Key: Am

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	        Intro (this is in the key of A, leads are the same as a blues lead in A  
- up 3 half steps, if that makes sense.  Time is steady, four beats,  
kind of medium speed) 
 
Am                        G 
I come down from Oklahoma with a pistol in my boot 
D                                    Am 
A pair of dice, a deck of cards and a bible in my suit 
Am                                G 
I come her as the cause of tears, I am a crying shame 
D                            Am 
Seven stud or eternal blood, just looking for a game 
 
I double crossed the State of Texas and they give me a little time 
I taught myself to doublecut the cards and hold scriptures in my mind 
I learned to love the tumblin dice and to believe the word 
Tombstones or rolling bones, beats anything I ever heard. 
 
Patience is a virtue that I don't possess 
And I can't deny that heavan lies beneath a cotton dress 
How small a part of time we share 'till we hear the sound of wings 
I'm lost in the dust of the chase that my life brings. 
 
(Lead - Am G D Am  Am G D Am) 
 
I have walked through God's green pastures and seen the rich blue skies 
I have seen the fall of man and the kingdom hidden from his eyes 
I have heard the roar of thunder and felt the lightening bolt 
And when I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I take along  
 	 Samuel Colt 
 
Every night I kiss the cards and hold them to my breast 
And when I see the king of hearts I know that I am blessed 
And though my eyes are blind sometimes, I know there's something there 
And when the times at hand and I kill a man, I say a little prayer. 
 
(Lead - Am G D Am  Am G D Am  Am G D Am  Am G D Am) 
 
I come down from Oklahoma with a pistol in my boot 
A pair of dice, a deck of cards and a bible in my suit 
How small a part of time we share 'till we hear the sound of wings 
I'm lost in the dust of the chase that my life brings. 
 
How small a part of time we share 'till we hear the sound of wings 
Lost in the dust of the chase that my life brings.
	        

Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard

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