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