Clouds are rollin' in across the valley
A night bird sings a lonely melody
The cattle are a beddin' on the banks of old Red River
I hear 'em softly lowin' through the breeze
Flames are dying low now on the campfire
And three months on the trail are nearly gone
The echo of a coyote's cry make me give an empty sigh
Don't think I've ever been so all alone
I miss your face, I miss your tender kisses
I miss your golden hair all tied in blue
It kinda goes against my grain
But I love you, Liza Jane
And I'll be riding home
Soon as the roundup's through
A year ago, I saddled up my pony
Said goodbye to you and all my friends
I figured I might find myself way out on the trail somewhere
All a found was another crook and bend
I guess I was a crazy fool for leaving
It felt like something I just had to do
But I lift the bigger part of this roavin' cowboy heart
It only beats whenever I think of you
I miss your face, I miss your tender kisses
I miss your golden hair all tied in blue
It kinda goes against my grain
But I love you, Liza Jane
And I'll be riding home
Soon as the roundup's through
It kinda goes against my grain
But I love you, Liza Jane
And I'll be riding home
Soon as the roundup's through
Soon As The Roundup’s Through was written by Woody Paul.