When the Bloom Is on the Sage

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 3]
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

[Verse 4]
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