Sand in my shoes, sand from Havana Calling me to that ever so heavenly shore Calling me back to you once more Dreams in the night, dreams of Havana Dreams of a love I hadn't the strength to refuse Darling, the sand is in my shoes Deep in my veins the sensuous strains Of the soft guitar, deep in my soul The thunderous roll of a tropic sea Constance Foore "Connee" Boswell (December 3, 1907 - October 11, 1976) was an American vocalist born in Kansas City, Missouri but raised in New Orleans, Louisiana. With sisters Martha and Helvetia "Vet", she performed in the 1920s and 1930s as the trio The Boswell Sisters.They started as instrumentalists but became a highly influential singing group via their recordings and film and I pushed my way through some trees and vegetation. I got sand in my shoes, eyes and hair. I avoided standing on a snake. I climbed several rocky hills. I took a few 'leaks' behind some big trees. 1.9K views 1 year ago. Jim Reeves - Sand In My Shoes (HD) (with lyrics) Show more. Jim Reeves - Sand In My Shoes (HD) (with lyrics) Music. SONG. Sand in My Shoes. ARTIST. Jim Sand in My Shoes Lyrics by Dido from the Radio Zet: White Room album - including song video, artist biography, translations and more: Two weeks away feels like the whole world should have changed, But I'm home now, and things still look the same I thi… All the great songs and lyrics from the "Beach Music Sound: Sand in My Shoes: 25 More Classic Hits" album on the Web's largest and most authoritative lyrics resource. Login . The Sand in My Shoes: 25 More Classic Hits album was released in 2006 and featured titles like It Will Stand, Zing! Went the Strings of My Heart and Harlem Shuffle It's the Orange Blossom Special bringin' my baby back Well, I'm going down to Florida and get some sand in my shoes Or maybe Californy and get some sand in my shoes I'll ride that Orange Blossom Special and lose these New York blues Hey talk about a ramblin' she's the fastest train on the line Talk about a travelin' she's the fastest train on Sand in Your Shoes Lyrics: You always were a city kid / Though you were country raised / And back in some forgotten time / We shared the cold north days / But the simple life was not your style I think I'll leave it till tomorrow to unpack Try to forget for one more night That I'm back in my flat on the road Where the cars never stop going through the night To a life where I can't watch the sunset I don't have time I don't have time I've still got sand in my shoes And I can't shake the thought of you I should get on, forget you But why would I want to I know we said goodbye Anything Going down to Florida Get some sand in my shoes Or maybe Californ-ee And get some sand in my shoes Ride that Orange Blossom Special And lose these New York blues "Hey man, when you goin' back to Bz3O.