Can't Shake The Sands Of Texas From My Shoes

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.