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Dusty Skies - Bob Wills & His Texas Playboys

Dusty skies

I can't see nothing in sight

Good old Dan

You'll have to guide me right

For we lose our way

The cattle will stray

And we lose them all tonight

With all of the grass

And water's gone

We'll have to keep

The cattle moving on

Sand blowing

I just can't breathe

In this air

Thought it would soon

Be clear and fair

But the dust storms were bad

They took all we had

I've got

To be moving somewhere

I hate to leave

The old ranch so bare

But I've got

To be moving somewhere

So get along doggies

We're moving off of this range

Never thought

As how I'd make the change

But the blue skies have failed

We're on our last trail

Underneath these dusty skies

These ain't tears in my eyes

Just sand from these dusty skies