I'm sad, I got the blues,
Can't shake the sands of Texas from my shoes.
I sigh, and don't know why,
I guess I got those dear old Texas blues.
The smell of the rain, the roll of the plain,
The feel of my seat in the saddle.
I'd give all I own if I could be home,
Back on the range punchin' cattle.
I guess I got the blues,
Can't shake the sands of Texas from my shoes.
