I'd Like To Be In Texas When They Roundup In The Spring (Album Version)-Don Edwads

[ti:I'd Like To Be In Texas When They Roundup In The Spring (Album Version)] [ar:Don Edwads] [al:Songs Of The Trail] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]I'd Like To Be In Texas When They Roundup In The Spring - Don Edwads [00:04.76]Written by：Carl Copeland/Jack Williams [00:09.53]In the lobby of a big hotel in New York town one day [00:16.73] [00:19.16]Sat a bunch of fellows telling yarns to pass the time away [00:25.36] [00:27.70]They told of places where they'd been and different things they'd seen [00:33.96] [00:36.22]Some preferred Chicago town while others New Orleans [00:43.02] [00:45.36]In a corner in an old armchair sat a man whose hair was gray [00:52.88] [00:55.54]He listened to them eagerly to what they had to say [01:01.56] [01:04.26]They asked him where he'd like to be his clear old voice did ring [01:11.38] [01:13.87]I'd like to be in Texas for the roundup in the spring [01:22.07] [01:25.27]I can see the cattle grazing o'er the hills at early morn [01:32.20] [01:33.77]I can see the campfires smoking at the breaking of the dawn [01:40.90] [01:44.37]I can hear the bronco's neighing I can hear the cowboy sing [01:51.43] [01:53.07]I'd like to be in Texas for the roundup in the spring [02:00.07] [02:04.19]They sat and listened carefully to the word he had to say [02:10.84] [02:12.73]They knew the old man sitting there had been a top hand in his day [02:19.21] [02:21.16]They asked him for a story of his life out on the plains [02:27.89] [02:29.80]Slowly he removed his hat then quietly began