Gear And Dust
By Jason Boland
Intro chords
[D] [G] [A] [D] [A] [G] [D]
[D]I left home the day I turned eighteen
And mama begged me not to [G]go
I left her crying on the [A]front porch
And then the road became my [D]home
[D]I found a way to make some money fast
A night in a hotel's all [G]I nee[G/F#]d[Em]
I'd read the bible and talk t[A]o Jesus
Every night While I cooked [D]speed
Chorus:
[G]Gear and dust[D] turns new to [Bm]rust
[A]I can't trust the people that [D]I meet
Yeah [A]making gear and dust
I hardly ever get to [D]sleep[A][G][D]
Deals were easy in the truckstops
And the dancehalls were the same
Lord I knew it wasn't honest
But I kept on playing Franklin's game
I saved some money and started thinking
That I might head down to the coast
Quit all this over-shoulder looking
And try my luck out on a boat
Chorus
Lead
I met a drifter on the highway
I had less cash than he had hate
He left me lying in a bar ditch
Somewhere beside the interstate
When you're dead it's not really over
Some say they've even seen my ghost
At a roadside up in Guthrie
Lord knows that's where I sold the most
Chorus
Making gear and dust
They finally laid me down to sleep
By Jason Boland
Intro chords
[D] [G] [A] [D] [A] [G] [D]
[D]I left home the day I turned eighteen
And mama begged me not to [G]go
I left her crying on the [A]front porch
And then the road became my [D]home
[D]I found a way to make some money fast
A night in a hotel's all [G]I nee[G/F#]d[Em]
I'd read the bible and talk t[A]o Jesus
Every night While I cooked [D]speed
Chorus:
[G]Gear and dust[D] turns new to [Bm]rust
[A]I can't trust the people that [D]I meet
Yeah [A]making gear and dust
I hardly ever get to [D]sleep[A][G][D]
Deals were easy in the truckstops
And the dancehalls were the same
Lord I knew it wasn't honest
But I kept on playing Franklin's game
I saved some money and started thinking
That I might head down to the coast
Quit all this over-shoulder looking
And try my luck out on a boat
Chorus
Lead
I met a drifter on the highway
I had less cash than he had hate
He left me lying in a bar ditch
Somewhere beside the interstate
When you're dead it's not really over
Some say they've even seen my ghost
At a roadside up in Guthrie
Lord knows that's where I sold the most
Chorus
Making gear and dust
They finally laid me down to sleep
