Dear Old Western Skies

Dear Old Western Skies - Gene Autry

Dear old western skies

I wanna go

Where the longhorn cattle roam

Dear old western skies

There'll never be

Another place like my old home

It seems that I can hear

The cattle lowing

Seems that I can see

The purple sage blowing

I hope Old Paint and I will hear the dogies

By and by

Under dear old western skies

The cowboy may roam from his homeland

Way out on the great divide

But in his heart

He will still be a cowboy

And long for his pony to ride

Seems that I can hear

The cattle lowing

Seems that I can see

The purple sage blowing

I hope Old Paint and I will hear the dogies

By and by

Under dear old western skies

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