"Oh, it's dusty out here in West Texas,
In the land where the strong breezes blow,
And the ranches go by in handfuls--
Where they come from, you never know.
You can go to the cellar or attic,
Or even get under the bed,
But still you'll get dust in your gizzard,
In your ears, and on top of your head..."
From I Give You Texas by Boyce House.