G                              C                 G
In the lobby of a big hotel in New York town one day
                                        A7             D
Sat a bunch of fellows telling yarns to pass the time away
     G                                    C                       G
They told of places where they'd been and different things they'd seen
C                 G               D7         G
Some preferred Chicago town while others New Orleans

[Verse 2]

G                                      C                  G
In the corner in an old armchair sat a man whose hair was gray
                               A7               D
He sat and listened eagerly to what they had to say
     G                                    C                   G
They asked him where he'd like to be, his clear old voice did ring
     C             G               D7              G
"I'd like to be in Texas when they round-up in the Spring".

[Chorus]

G         C                                G
I see the cattle grazing o'er the hills at early morn
  C                               G               D
I see the campfires smokin at the breaking of the dawn
  G                 G7             C
I hear the bronco's neighing I can hear the cowboy sing
    G                             D7              G
I'd like to be in Texas when they round-up in the spring.

[Verse 3]

          G                                  C              G
Now, they sat and listened carefully to each word he had to say
                                               A7              D
They knew the old man sitting there had been a top hand in his day
        G                            C               G
So they asked him for a story of his life out on the plains
G                          D7        G
Slowly he removed his hat, quietly began.

[Verse 4]

     G                                           C                  G
I've seen 'em stampede o'er the hills till you'd think they'd never stop
                                       A7                D
I've seen em run for miles and miles until their leaders dropped
        G                       C                   G
I was a foreman of a cow ranch, oh the callin' of a king
    G                             D7              G
I'd like to be in Texas when they round-up in the Spring.

[Chorus]

G     C                               G
I can see the cattle grazing o'er the hills at early morn
      C                               G               D
I can see the campfires smokin at the breaking of the dawn
      G                 G7             C
I can hear the bronco's neighing I can hear the cowboy sing
    G                             D7              G
I'd like to be in Texas when they round-up in the Spring.

[Verse 5]

    G                                    C             G
Now there's a place in sunny Texas where Molly Demming sleeps
                                      A7             D
Beneath a grove of mossy live oaks, a constant vigil keeps
    G                               C                 G
And in my heart a recollection of a long, long bygone day
        G                            D7           G
When we rode the range together like truent kids astray

[Verse 6]

        G                             C              G
Now her gentle spirit calls me in the watches of the night
                                       A7           D
And I hear her laughter freshening the dew of early light
   G                                    C            G
As I was foreman of a cow ranch oh, the callin' of a king,
    G                             D7             G
I'd like to be in Texas when they roundup in the Spring

[Chorus]

    G                                     C                G
I'd like to sleep my last long sleep with mother earth for bed
                                    A7               D
And my saddle for a pillow, and the bright stars overhead
     G                                    C                G
Then I could hear the last stampedes, the songs the rivers sing
G                                D7              G
Way back down in Texas when they round-up in the spring.