Dusty skies, can't see nothing in sight Dear old Ann, you'll have to guide me right
For if we lose our way, then the cattle will stray And we'll lose them all tonight
Lord, this grass and water's gone We'll have to move the cattle on
Get along little doggies, we're moving off of this range I never thought is how I'd make the change
But the dust storms played hell with the land and folks as well Underneath these dusty skies
Hate to leave the old ranch so bare We've got to be drifting somewhere
Get along little doggies, we're moving off of this range I never thought is how I'd make the change
But the blue skies prevail, we're all on the trail Underneath these dusty skies
These ain't tears in my eyes It's sand from these dusty skies
