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In the lobby of a big hotel in New York town one day
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Sat a bunch of fellows telling yarns to pass the time away
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They told of places where they'd been and different things they'd seen
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Some preferred Chicago town while others New Orleans
[Verse 2]
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In the corner in an old armchair sat a man whose hair was gray
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He sat and listened eagerly to what they had to say
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They asked him where he'd like to be, his clear old voice did ring
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"I'd like to be in Texas when they round-up in the Spring".
[Chorus]
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I see the cattle grazing o'er the hills at early morn
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I see the campfires smokin at the breaking of the dawn
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I hear the bronco's neighing I can hear the cowboy sing
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I'd like to be in Texas when they round-up in the spring.
[Verse 3]
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Now, they sat and listened carefully to each word he had to say
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They knew the old man sitting there had been a top hand in his day
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So they asked him for a story of his life out on the plains
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Slowly he removed his hat, quietly began.
[Verse 4]
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I've seen 'em stampede o'er the hills till you'd think they'd never stop
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I've seen em run for miles and miles until their leaders dropped
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I was a foreman of a cow ranch, oh the callin' of a king
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I'd like to be in Texas when they round-up in the Spring.
[Chorus]
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I can see the cattle grazing o'er the hills at early morn
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I can see the campfires smokin at the breaking of the dawn
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I can hear the bronco's neighing I can hear the cowboy sing
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I'd like to be in Texas when they round-up in the Spring.
[Verse 5]
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Now there's a place in sunny Texas where Molly Demming sleeps
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Beneath a grove of mossy live oaks, a constant vigil keeps
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And in my heart a recollection of a long, long bygone day
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When we rode the range together like truent kids astray
[Verse 6]
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Now her gentle spirit calls me in the watches of the night
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And I hear her laughter freshening the dew of early light
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As I was foreman of a cow ranch oh, the callin' of a king,
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I'd like to be in Texas when they roundup in the Spring
[Chorus]
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I'd like to sleep my last long sleep with mother earth for bed
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And my saddle for a pillow, and the bright stars overhead
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Then I could hear the last stampedes, the songs the rivers sing
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Way back down in Texas when they round-up in the spring.
