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(Tempo: slow, picked)
TDheres dust on my boots and a four day growth on my cGhin
a sinAk full of dishes, looks like the rains settin Din A
thDese days spent in hiding, with rain coming down on my roGof
well I'Am going nowhere, just gatering dust on my boDots A
ODut here on the outskirts, this old caravan is my homGe
the tyrAes are flat, nowhers a place that I'm goDing A
ID can't see a future, just visit these meories of yoGu
well I'Am going nowhere, just gathering dust on my boDots
IG woke up this morning, wearin yesterdaysD blues
theres nBmo gettin over, what I'm going thEmroughA
myG friends try to tell me, I've gotta start living aBmgain
butD I'm going nowhere, gaAthering dust on my boDots
DGADAD
IG wake up each morning, wearing yesterdaysD blues
theresBm no getting over, what I'm going thEmroughA
sGo don't try and tell me, I've gotta start living aBmgain
cause I'm stDill doing time, gaAthering dust on myBm bootsE
yeah I'Dm going nowhere, gaAthering dust on my booDtsG D G D
note: this is my own interpritation of this song
Worked out by Jas for private use only!
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