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WHEN ITS ROUNDUP TIME IN TEXAS AND THE BLOOM IS ON THE SAGE.
THEN I LONG TO BE IN TEXAS, BACK A RIDING ON THE RANGE.
JUST TO SMELL THE BACON FRYING WHEN IT'S SIZZLING IN THE PAN.
HEAR THE BREAKFAST HORN IN THE EARLY MORN, DRINKING COFFEE FROM A CAN.
JUST A RIDING, ROCKING, ROPING, POUNDING LEATHER ALL DAY LONG.
JUST A SWAYING, SWEATING, SWEARING, LISTEN TO THE 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 THE SAGE.
TO MOST FOLKS THERE'S A SPOT THAT LOVES FOREVER.
DEEP DOWN WITHIN THEIR FONDEST MEMORIES.
THO I HAVE BEEN A ROVER I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANY PLACE WHERE I WOULD RATHER BE.
THAN WHEN IT'S ROUND UP TIME IN TEXAS AND THE BLOOM IS ON THE SAGE.
THEN I LONG TO BE IN TEXAS BACK A RIDING ON THE RANGE.
WHERE THE PURPLE HILLS ARE CALLING, CALLING TO ME FROM AFAR.
TO COME BACK AGAIN TO THE RIO GRANDE AND THE LONELY TEXAS STAR.
HOW I'M LONGING TO BE LIVING WHERE THE PRAIRIE FLOWERS GROW.
I'D BE WILLING TO START WALKING TO THE PLACE 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.
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