Don Edwards - Id like to be in texas when they roundup in the spring

^GIn the lobby of a big hotel in ^CNew York town one ^Gday Sat a bunch of fellows telling yarns to ^A7pass the time a^Dway They ^Gtold of places where they'd been and ^Cdifferent things they'd ^Gseen ^CSome preferred Chi^Gcago town while ^D7others New ^GOrleans

^GIn the corner in an old armchair sat a ^Cman whose hair was ^Ggray He sat and listened eagerly to ^A7what they had to ^Dsay They ^Gasked him where he'd like to be, his ^Cclear old voice did ^Gring "I'd ^Clike to be in ^GTexas when they ^D7round-up in the ^GSpring".

^GI see the ^Ccattle grazing o'er the hills at ^Gearly morn I ^Csee the campfires smokin at the ^Gbreaking of the ^Ddawn I ^Ghear the bronco's ^G7neighing I can ^Chear the cowboy sing I'd ^Glike to be in Texas when they ^D7round-up in the ^Gspring.

Now, they ^Gsat and listened carefully to each ^Cword he had to ^Gsay They knew the old man sitting there had been a ^A7top hand in his ^Dday So they ^Gasked him for a story of his ^Clife out on the ^Gplains ^GSlowly he removed his hat, ^D7quietly be^Ggan.

I've ^Gseen 'em stampede o'er the hills till you'd ^Cthink they'd never ^Gstop I've seen em run for miles and miles un^A7til their leaders ^Ddropped I was a ^Gforeman of a cow ranch, ^Coh the callin' of a ^Gking I'd ^Glike to be in Texas when they ^D7round-up in the ^GSpring.

^GI can ^Csee the cattle grazing o'er the ^Ghills at early morn I can ^Csee the campfires smokin at the ^Gbreaking of the ^Ddawn I can ^Ghear the bronco's ^G7neighing I can ^Chear the cowboy sing I'd ^Glike to be in Texas when they ^D7round-up in the ^GSpring.

Now ^Gthere's a place in sunny Texas where ^CMolly Demming ^Gsleeps Beneath a grove of mossy live oaks, a ^A7constant vigil ^Dkeeps And ^Gin my heart a recollection of a ^Clong, long bygone ^Gday When we ^Grode the range together like ^D7truent kids a^Gstray

Now her ^Ggentle spirit calls me in the ^Cwatches of the ^Gnight And I hear her laughter freshening the ^A7dew of early ^Dlight As ^GI was foreman of a cow ranch oh, the ^Ccallin' of a ^Gking, I'd ^Glike to be in Texas when they ^D7roundup in the ^GSpring

I'd ^Glike to sleep my last long sleep with ^Cmother earth for ^Gbed And my saddle for a pillow, and the ^A7bright stars over^Dhead Then ^GI could hear the last stampedes, the ^Csongs the rivers ^Gsing ^GWay back down in Texas when they ^D7round-up in the ^Gspring.