D Bm G Theres dust on my boots and a four day growth on my chinA D A a sink full of dishes, looks like the rains settin' inD Bm G these days spent in hiding, with the rain coming down on my roofA D A well I'm going nowhere, just gathering dust on my bootsD Bm G Out here on the outskirts, this old caravan is my homeA D A the tyres are flat, nowher's a place that I'm goingD Bm G I can't see a future, just visit these meories of youA D well I'm going nowhere, just gathering dust on my bootsG D I woke up this morning, wearin yesterdays bluesBm Em A theres no gettin over, what I'm going throughG Bm my friends try to tell me, I've gotta start living againD A D but I'm going nowhere, gathering dust on my boots [Instrumental]D Bm G A D A A7 DG D I wake up each morning, wearing yesterdays bluesBm Em A There's no getting over, what I'm going throughG Bm so don't try and tell me, I've gotta start living againD A Bm E cause I'm still doing time, gathering dust on my bootsD A D G D G D yeah I'm going nowhere, gathering dust on my boots
Dust On My Boots
Lee Kernaghan
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