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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
If 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 moving on
Sand blowing I just can't breathe in this air
Thought it would soon be clear and fair
But the dust storms played here
With land that for us as well
Got to be moving somewhere
Hate to leave the old ranch so bare
But I've got to be moving somewhere
So get along doggies
We're moving of this range
Never thought as how I'd make the change
But the blue skies have failed
So we're on our last trail
Underneath these dusty skies
These ain't tears in my eyes
No no
Just sand from these dusty skies
