(Tempo: slow, picked) D5 G5 Theres dust on my boots and a four day growth on my chin A5 D5 A5 a sink full of dishes, looks like the rains settin in D5 G5 these days spent in hiding, with rain coming down on my roof A5 D5 A5 well I'm going nowhere, just gatering dust on my boots D5 G5 Out here on the outskirts, this old caravan is my home A5 D5 A5 the tyres are flat, nowhers a place that I'm going D5 G5 I can't see a future, just visit these meories of you A5 D5 well I'm going nowhere, just gathering dust on my boots G5 D5 I woke up this morning, wearin yesterdays blues B5 E5 A5 theres no gettin over, what I'm going through G5 B5 my friends try to tell me, I've gotta start living again D5 A5 D5 but I'm going nowhere, gathering dust on my boots (instrumental over D5 G5 A5 D5 A5 D5 ) G5 D5 I wake up each morning, wearing yesterdays blues B5 E5 A5 theres no getting over, what I'm going through G5 B5 so don't try and tell me, I've gotta start living again D5 A5 B5 E5 cause I'm still doing time, gathering dust on my boots D5 A5 D5 G5 D5 G5 D5 yeah I'm going nowhere, gathering dust on my boots note: this is my own interpritation of this song
