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'll lose them all tonight
All of the gra** and water's gone
We'll have to keep the cattle moving on
Sand blowing, just can't breathe in this air
I thought it would soon be clear and fair
But dust storms played hell with land and folks as well
Got to be moving somewhere
And I hate to leave the old ranch so bare
But I've got to be moving somewhere
Get along dogies 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 those dusty skies
And these ain't tears in my eyes
Just sand from these dusty skies