When The Bloom Is On The Sage

When it's round-up 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'
 Out in leather all day long
 Just a-swayin', sweatin', swearin'
 Listening 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
 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 any place that I would rather be
 When it's round-up 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'
 Out in 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