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 grass 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