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