I'm sad, I've got the blues
Can't shake the sands of Texas from my shoes
I sigh and don't know why
Can't shake the sands of Texas from my shoes

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 punching cattle

I'm sad, I've got the blues
Can't shake the samds of Texas from my shoes