When the Bloom Is on the Sage

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 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'
Poundin' leather all day long
Just a-swayin' sweatin' swearin'
Listenin' to a cowboy 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
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
Where the purple hills are calling
Calling to me from afar
To come back again to the Rio Grande
And the lonely Texas star
How I’m longing to be living
Where the prairie flowers grow
I’d be willing to start walking
To the land that I love so
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