DUSTY	Fred Eaglesmith

C
           C                  G
Across the mesa, the daylight shines
        F                     G
In your eyes and it makes you blind
            C            G
And in your head, sirens wail.
          F      G       C
They just let you out of jail.

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You're just dusty now, there's flies on you. 
Your guns are rusty and your soul is too.
The Texas is wearing off of your leather boots.
You're just dusty, there's flies on you.

There's tobacco inside your cuffs.
And you drink too much, but it's never enough.
People stare at you as you stand and cough.
Might be the weather, might be the dust.

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Bb                    C
Rain, rain, rain in a western sky.
Bb                       F              G
Teardrops in your heart, gravel in your eye.

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