I’d like to be in Texas for Roundup In The Spring

“I’d like to be in Texas for Roundup In The Spring”
As sung by many of the greats, including Buck Ramsey, Don Edwards, and Red Steagall.

 In the lobby of a big hotel, in New York town one day,
Sat a bunch of fellers tell’n yarns to pass the time away.
They told of places they had been and different things they’d seen.
Some preferred Chicago and others New Orleans.

In a corner, in an old arm chair, sat a man whose hair was gray.
He listened to them eagerly, to what they had to say.
They asked him where he’d like to be and his clear old voice did ring.
I’d like to be in Texas for the roundup in the spring.

I can see the cattle grazing o’er the hills at early morn,
I can see the campfire smoking at the breaking of the dawn.
I can hear the broncos neighing, I can hear the cowboys sing,
I’d like to be in Texas for the roundup in the spring.

They sat and listened carefully to what he had to say,
For they knew the old man sitting there had been a top hand in his day.
They asked him for a story of his life out on the plains,
Slowly he removed his hat and quietly began.

I’ve seen ‘em stampede over hills till you’d think they’d never stop,
I’ve seen ‘em run for miles and miles until their leader dropped,
I was forman on a cow ranch, the call’n of a king.
I’d like to be in Texas for the roundup in the spring.

I’d like to sleep my last long sleep with mother earth for my bed,
My saddle for a pillow, the bright stars overhead.
Then I could hear the last stampede, the songs of rivers sing,
Way back down in Texas for the round-up in the spring.

I can relate.  Can you?

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