Intro: C   F   G7   C 



[Refrão]
 
          C                             G7 
When it's roundup time in Texas and the bloom is on the sage, 
      G7                                       C 
How I long to be in Texas back a-ridin' on the range; 
        E7              Am               E7              Am 
Just to smell the bacon fryin' when it's sizzlin' in the pan, 
         D7                                                      G7 
Hear the breakfast horn in the early morn drinkin' coffee from a can; 
       C                              G7 
Just a-ridin' rockin' ropin' bound to leather all day long, 
       G7                                  G7             E7 
Just a-swayin' sweatin' swearin' listenin’ to a cowhand's song; 
       A7                           D7 
How it beckons and I reckon I would work for any wage, 
      C                  F                  G7              C 
To be free again just to be again where the bloom is on the sage. 


[Verso 1]

                        G7                 C 
To most folks there's a spot that lives forever, 
                       G7          C    C7 
Deep down within their fondest memories, 
       F             Fm           C     Am 
Though I have been a rover I have never, 
      D7                          G7 
Seen anyplace that I would rather be; 


[Refrão]
 
          C                             G7 
When it's roundup time in Texas and the bloom is on the sage, 
      G7                                       C 
How I long to be in Texas back a-ridin' on the range; 
        E7              Am               E7              Am 
Just to smell the bacon fryin' when it's sizzlin' in the pan, 
         D7                                                      G7 
Hear the breakfast horn in the early morn drinkin' coffee from a can; 
       C                              G7 
Just a-ridin' rockin' ropin' bound to leather all day long, 
       G7                                  G7             E7 
Just a-swayin' sweatin' swearin' listenin’ to a cowhand's song; 
       A7                           D7 
How it beckons and I reckon I would work for any wage, 
      C                  F                  G7              C 
To be free again just to be again where the bloom is on the sage.