Intro: When it's roundup time in Texas and the bloom is on the sage, How 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' bound to leather all day long, Just a-swayin' sweatin' swearin' listenin’ to a 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. Verso 1: To most folks there's a spot that lives forever, Deep down within their fondest memories, Though I have been a rover I have never, Seen anyplace that I would rather be; When it's roundup time in Texas and the bloom is on the sage, How 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' bound to leather all day long, Just a-swayin' sweatin' swearin' listenin’ to a 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.