Ray Wylie Hubbard - Dust of the Chase

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I come down from Oklahoma with a pistol in my boot
A pair of dice and a deck of cards and a Bible in my suit
I come here as a cause of tears, just as a cryin' shame
Seven Stud or Eternal Blood, I’m a-lookin' for a game
I double-crossed the State of Texas and they gave me a little time
I taught myself to double-cut the cards, hold scriptures in my mind
I learned to love the tumbling dice and to believe the Word
Tombstones or rollin' bones beats anything I ever heard
Patience is a virtue that I do not possess
And I can’t deny that heaven lies beneath a cotton dress
How small a part of time we share 'til 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 the rich blue skies
I’ve seen the fall of man, kingdom hidden from his eyes
I have heard the roar of thunder and I’ve felt the lightnin' 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 'em 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 somethin' there
So when the time’s at hand and I kill a man, I say a little prayer
So I come down from Oklahoma with a pistol in my boot
A pair of dice and a deck of cards and a Bible in my suit
How small a part of time we share 'til we hear the sound of wings
I am lost in the dust of the chase that my life brings
How small a part of time we share 'til we hear the sound of wings
I am lost in the dust of the chase that my life brings