Frost on the wheat grass Frost on the sage Frost on the aspen leaves Steam on the lake The blue autumn sky is turnin' colder by the day Its time to get this roundup party underway So buckle on your leggings get your saddle cinched up tight For the roundup fire burns tonight Cattle on the skyline Cattle through the trees Riders close behind them And freedom on the breeze This way of life is gettin' older by the day Its time to get this roundup party underway So resin up your ropes and spur your pony quick and light For the roundup fire burns tonight I spent the summer waitin' workin' on the land I'll spend the winter waitin' for the time to brand And I'll spend a lifetime Ridin' through the sage Its burnin' in my blood There is no other way You can call me crazy say whatever you will say But its time to get this roundup party underway So buckle on your leggings get your saddle cinched up tight For the roundup fire burns tonight Yeah the roundup fire burns tonight