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