Hubbard Ray Wylie - Dust of the Chase lyrics

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.