Soundtracks - Dust of the Chase by Ray Wylie Hubbard 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 d**h 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 k** 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.