I'd Like to be in Texas for the Roundup in the Spring lyrics

In a lobby in a big hotel in New York town one day

Set a bunch of fellers tellin' yarns, to pass the time away

They talked of places that they'd been and differ'nt sights they'd seen

Some of 'em praised Chicago town and others New Orleans

In a corner in an old armchair set a man whose hair was gray

He would listen eagerly to what they had to say

They asked him where he'd like to be and his dear old voice did ring

I'd like to be in Texas for the roundup in the spring

I see the cattle grazin' o'er the hills of early morn

I can see the campfire smokin' at the breakin' of the dawn

I hear the broncos neighin', hear the cowboys sing

Oh I'd like to be in Texas for the roundup in the spring

They all set still and listened every word he had to say

They knew the old man sittin' there had once been young and gay

They asked him for a story of his life out on the plain

He slowly removed his hat and quietly began

Well I've seen 'em stampede o'er the hills till you'd think they'd never stop

Seen 'em run for miles and miles until their leaders drop

I was foreman of a cow ranch, that's the callin' of a king

I'd like to be in Texas for the roundup in the spring

I see the cattle grazin' o'er the hills of early morn

I can see the campfire smokin' at the breakin' of the dawn

I hear the broncos neighin', hear the cowboys sing

Oh I'd like to be in Texas for the roundup in the spring

There's a grave in sunny Texas where Josie Bridwell sleeps

There's a grove of leafy cottonwoods her constant vigil keeps

In my heart's recollection of that long long bygone day

We rode the range together like two skippin' kids at play

Her gentle voice it calls me in the watches of the night

I hear her laughter freshenin' the dew of early light

I was foreman of a cow ranch, that's the callin' of a king

I'd like to be in Texas for the roundup in the spring

Oh I see the cattle grazin' o'er the hills of early morn

I can see the campfire smokin' at the breakin' of the dawn

Oh I hear the broncos neighin', hear the cowboys sing

Oh I'd like to be in Texas for the roundup in the spring.

• Artist:American Folk