Here's my recollection of that song from many years ago:

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 that bacon cookin', sizzlin' in the frying pan
Then a cup of hot black coffee, and you've got a happy man.

Just a-ridin', ropin', ramblin'-- pounding leather all day long,
Then we gather 'round the campfire, and we sing a cowboy song
How it beckons, and I reckon, I would work for any wage
Just to be again, and feel free again, when the bloom is on the sage.