Intro: A
Bm
Dust on my saddle, mud on my boots
E A
A couple of empty saddle bags, except for two old suits
Bm
I'm tired and I'm hungry, worried as can be
E A F#
Last night I saw a poster and they're still after me
Abm
They claim we were in Clinton, last year in the month of June
Db F#
They said on the night of the 17th, in Katy's old saloon
Abm
A man was shot in cold blood, in a friendly poker game
Db F#
I don't know how it happened, but somehow I got the blame
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