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[Bm] When [D7] it's [G] roundup time in Texas and the [D7] bloom is on the
How I long to be in Texas back a ridin' on the [G] range
Just to [B7] smell the bacon [Em] frying, when it’s [B7] sizzlin' in the
Hear the [A7] breakfast horn in the [D] early morn, drinkin' [A7] coffee
from a [D7] can.
Just a [G] ridin', rockin', ropin', poundin' [D7] leather all day long,
Just a swayin’, sweatin', swearin', listening to a cowboy [B7] song.
How it [E7] ckons and I reckon I would [A7] work for any wage,
To be [G] free again, just to [E7] be again, where the [A7] bloom is [D7]
on the [G] sage.
When it's roundup time in Texas, and the bloom is on the sage,
How I long to be in Texas, just a ridin' on the range.
Where the purple hills are calling, calling to me from afar,
To come back again, to the Rio Grande, and the lonely Texas star.
How I long to just be living, where the prairie flowers grow,
I'd be willing to start walking, to the land that I love so.
How it beckons and I reckon, I would work for any wage,
To be free again, just to be again, where the bloom is on the sage.