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.