Lyrics of Dust of the chase

Hubbard Ray Wylie

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I come down from oklahoma with a pistol in my boot
A pair of dice, a deck of cards and a bible in my suit
I come her as the cause of tears, i am a crying shame
Seven stud or eternal blood, just looking for a game

I double crossed the state of texas and they give me a little time
I taught myself to doublecut 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 heavan 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 and seen the rich blue skies
I have seen the fall of man and the kingdom hidden from his eyes
I have heard the roar of thunder and 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 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
And when the times at hand and i kill a man, i say a little prayer.

I come down from oklahoma with a pistol in my boot
A pair of dice, a deck of cards and 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
Lost in the dust of the chase that my life brings.

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