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'
Listen 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 bе in Texas
Back a-ridin' on the range
Whеre the purple hills are callin'
Callin' 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'll 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