Dust on my saddle, mud on my boots,
A couple of empty saddle bags except for two old suits.
I’m tired and I’m hungry, worried as can be,
Last night I saw a poster and they’re still after me.
They claim we were in Clinton last year in the month of June,
They said on the night of the seventeenth in Katty’s old saloon.
A man was shot in cold blood in a friendly poker game,
I don’t know how it happened but some how I got the blame.
Dust on my saddle, mud on my boots,
A couple of empty saddle bags except for two old suits.
I’m tired and I’m hungry, worried as can be,
Last night I saw a poster and they’re still after me.
Well, I’ve worked up in the gold mines, I’ve logged up in the hills,
Come spring I’d drive the herds up, come fall I’d work the mills.
Well, I’ve done most ev’ry kind of work from letter A to Z,
I guess I’ll be a ridin’ now the past is chasin’ me.
Dust on my saddle, mud on my boots,
A couple of empty saddle bags except for two old suits.
I’m tired and I’m hungry, worried as can be,
Last night I saw a poster and they’re still after me.
Six years now since that fateful day, my ridin’ days have ceased.
Well, I’m hidin’ out in Kansas, they think I am a priest.
I’m carrying a bible instead of a forty-five,
Rememberin’ that poster saying “Dead or Alive.”
The Sunday sermon’s over, I look out towards the bar,
Several men are comin’, one has on a star.
Well, I guess this time they caught me, running ain’t no use,
This robe will never stop them, they think they know the truth.
But now the star is speakin’, he says that i am free,
These years I’ve spent a runnin’ they didn’t have to be.
Well, they caught their man six years ago, right after I left town,
My ridin’ days are over now and I can settle down.
Dust on my saddle, mud on my boots,
A couple of empty saddle bags except for two old suits.
I’m tired and I’m hungry, worried as can be,
Last night I saw a poster and they’re still after me.
Dust on my saddle, mud on my boots,
A couple of empty saddle bags except for two old suits.
I’m tired and I’m hungry, lonely as can be,
I’m bound for Carolina and my family.
1973 – Jim Seals – Performed by Seals and Crofts – Album: Diamond Girl