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

歌手 : Songs of Texas

专辑 : Songs Of Texas

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:54

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

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