I'd Like To Be In Texas When They Roundup In The Spring-Songs of Texas

In the lobby of a big hotel in New York Town, one day Sat a bunch of fellows telling yarns, to pass the time away They told of places where they'd been and different things they'd seen Some preferred Chicago Town, while others New Orleans I can see the cattle grazing o'er the hills at early morn I can see the campfires smoking at the breaking of the dawn I can hear the bronco's neighing, I can hear the cowboy sing I'd like to be in Texas for the roundup in the spring In a corner in an old armchair, 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, 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 campfires smoking at the breaking of the dawn I can hear the bronco's neighing, I can hear the cowboy sing I'd like to be in Texas for the roundup in the spring They sat and listened carefully to each word he had to say 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 then quietly began I've seen 'em stampede o'er the hills till you'd think they'd never stop I've seen 'em run for miles and miles until their leader dropped I was a foreman of a cow ranch, the calling of a king 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 campfires smoking at the breaking of the dawn I can hear the bronco's neighing, I can hear the cowboy sing 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 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 roundup in the spring