(Round up time in Texas)
A 1930 western song.
Words and music by Fred Howard and Nat Vincent.
Arranged by John Bach and Eddie Durant.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment:
Lyrics
To most folks there’s a spot that lives forever
Deep down within their fondest memory
Tho I have been a rover I have never
Seen any place where I would rather be
Chorus
When it’s round up time in Texas
And the bloom is on the sage
Then I long to be in Texas
Back a ridin’ on the range
Just to smell the bacon fryin’
When it’s sizzlin’ in the pan
Hear the breakfast horn in the early morn
Drinkin’ coffee from a can
Just a-ridin’, rockin’, ropin’
Poundin’ leather all day long
Just a-swayin’, sweatin’, swearin’
Listenin’ to a cowhand’s song
How it beckons, and I reckon
I would work for any wage
To be free again, just to be again
Where the bloom is on sage
Chorus
When it’s roundup time in Texas
And the bloom is on the sage
Then I long to be in Texas
Back a-ridin’ on the range
Where the purple hills are callin’
Callin’ to me from afar
To come back again to the Rio Grande
And the lonely Texas star
How I’m longin’ to be livin’
Where the prairie flowers grow
I’d be willin’ to start walkin’
To the land that I love so
How it beckons, and I reckon
I would work for any wage
To be free again, just to be again
Where the bloom is on the sage
Sung here by Fred Feild: