D                             Bm                    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                                  Bm                     G  
these days spent in hiding, with the rain coming down on my roof
         A                                        D      A
well I'm going nowhere, just gathering dust on my boots     

D                              Bm                 G 
Out here on the outskirts, this old caravan is my home
     A                                         D      A
the tyres are flat, nowher's a place that I'm going   
 D                        Bm                      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]
D  Bm  G  A  D A A7 D

 G                                        D   
I wake up each morning, wearing yesterdays blues
       Bm                                 Em   A
There's 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