Dusty Skies

Dusty Skies - Hank Thompson & His Brazos Valley Boys

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