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
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', listen to a cowboy 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

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 longing to be living where the prairie flowers grow
I'll be willing to start walking 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