Dust of the Chase

So, I come down from Oklahoma with a pistol in my boot A pair of dice, a deck of cards, a Bible in my suit I come her as the 'cause of tears, I'm just a crying shame Seven stud or eternal blood, I'm lookin' for a game I double crossed the State of Texas and they give me a little time I taught myself to double cut 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 Heaven 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 I have walked through God's green pastures beneath these rich blue skies I have seen the fall of man and the kingdom hidden from their eyes I have heard the roar of thunder and I've 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 I 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 So when the times at hand and I kill a man, I, I say a little prayer So I come down from Oklahoma with a pistol in my boot A pair of dice, a deck of cards, 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 I'm lost in the dust of the chase that my life brings

More songs from Ray Wylie Hubbard

Stolen Horses

1 credits

Didn't Have a Prayer

1 credits

Coricidin Bottle

1 credits