I'D LIKE TO BE IN TEXAS
WHEN THEY ROUND UP IN THE SPRING
Writers: Carl Copeland & Jack Williams

In the lobby of a big hotel
In a New York town one day
Sat a bunch of fellows telling yarns
To pass the time away
They told of places where they'd been
And different sights they'd seen
Some of them praised Chicago town
And others New Orleans.

In a corner in an old arm chair
Sat a man whose hair was gray
He listened to them eagerly
To what they had to say
They asked him where he'd like to be
His clear old voice did ring
I'd like to be in Texas
When they round up in the spring.

They all sat still and listened
To the words he had to say
They knew the old man sitting there
Had once been young and gay
They asked him for a story
Of his life upon the plains
He slowly then removed his hat
And quietly thus began.

I've seen them stampede o'er the hills
Until you'd think they'd never stop
I've seen them run for miles and miles
Until the leader dropped
I was foreman on a ranch
The calling of a king
I'd like to be in Texas
For the round up in the spring.

I can see the cattle grazing
O'er the hills at early morn
I can see the campfires smoking
At the breaking of the dawn
I could see the bronchos neighing
I can hear the cowboys sing
I'd like to be in Texas
For the round up in the spring.