(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