G C G In the lobby of a big hotel in New York town one dayA7 D Sat a bunch of fellows telling yarns to pass the time awayG C G They told of places where they'd been and different things they'd seenC G D7 G Some preferred Chicago town while others New Orleans [Verse 2]G C G In the corner in an old armchair sat a man whose hair was grayA7 D He sat and listened eagerly to what they had to sayG C G They asked him where he'd like to be, his clear old voice did ringC G D7 G "I'd like to be in Texas when they round-up in the Spring". [Chorus]G C G I see the cattle grazing o'er the hills at early mornC G D I see the campfires smokin at the breaking of the dawnG G7 C I hear the bronco's neighing I can hear the cowboy singG D7 G I'd like to be in Texas when they round-up in the spring. [Verse 3]G C G Now, they sat and listened carefully to each word he had to sayA7 D They knew the old man sitting there had been a top hand in his dayG C G So they asked him for a story of his life out on the plainsG D7 G Slowly he removed his hat, quietly began. [Verse 4]G C G I've seen 'em stampede o'er the hills till you'd think they'd never stopA7 D I've seen em run for miles and miles until their leaders droppedG C G I was a foreman of a cow ranch, oh the callin' of a kingG D7 G I'd like to be in Texas when they round-up in the Spring. [Chorus]G C G I can see the cattle grazing o'er the hills at early mornC G D I can see the campfires smokin at the breaking of the dawnG G7 C I can hear the bronco's neighing I can hear the cowboy singG D7 G I'd like to be in Texas when they round-up in the Spring. [Verse 5]G C G Now there's a place in sunny Texas where Molly Demming sleepsA7 D Beneath a grove of mossy live oaks, a constant vigil keepsG C G And in my heart a recollection of a long, long bygone dayG D7 G When we rode the range together like truent kids astray [Verse 6]G C G Now her gentle spirit calls me in the watches of the nightA7 D And I hear her laughter freshening the dew of early lightG C G As I was foreman of a cow ranch oh, the callin' of a king,G D7 G I'd like to be in Texas when they roundup in the Spring [Chorus]G C G I'd like to sleep my last long sleep with mother earth for bedA7 D And my saddle for a pillow, and the bright stars overheadG C G Then I could hear the last stampedes, the songs the rivers singG D7 G Way back down in Texas when they round-up in the spring.
Id Like To Be In Texas When They Roundup In The Spring
Don Edwards
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