I've seen 'em stampede o'er the hills till you'd think they'd never stop

I've seen 'em run for miles and miles until their leader dropped

I was a foreman of a cow ranch the calling of a king

I'd like to be in Texas for the roundup 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 can hear the bronco's neighing I can hear the cowboy sing

I'd like to be in Texas for the roundup in the spring