Nick Cave - Texas Midlands 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 here as the cause of tears Just a cryin' shame Seven, stud, or a turn of blood I'm lookin' for a game I double crossed the state of Texas And they gimme a little time I taught myself to double cut the cards And hold scriptures in my mind I learned to love the tumblin' dice And to believe the word Tombstones and rollin' bones beats anything I ever heard Patience is a virtue that I don't posses I can't deny that heaven lies beneath the cotton dress How small a part of time we share til 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 Beneath his rich blue skies I seen the fall of man And the Kingdom isn't from their eyes I have heard the roar of thunder I felt a lightnin' 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 I hold them to my breast And when I see the king of hearts I know that I am blessed Though my eyes are blind sometimes I know there's somethin' there So when the time is 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 til 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 til we hear the sound of wings I'm lost in the dust of the chase that my life brings *** Thanks Nick for these lyrics