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In the lobby of a big hotel in [C] Ney York town one [G] day Sat a bunch of fellows telling yarns to [A7] pass the time a[D]wayThey [G] told of places where they'd been and [C] different things they'd [G] seen[C] Some preferred Chi[G]cago town while [D7] others New [D] Orleans(Chorus)[G] I can [C] see the cattle grazing o'er the [G]hills at early mornI can [C] see the campfires smokin at the [G] breaking of the [D] dawnI can [G] hear the bronco's [G7] neighing I can [C] hear the cowboy singI'd [G] like to be in Texas for the [D7] round-up in the [G] spring.(Verse 2)In a corner in an old armchair sat a man whose hair was grayHe listened to them eagerly to what they had to sayThey asked him where he'd like to be his clear old voice did ringI'd like to be in Texas for the round-up in the spring(Chorus)(Verse 3)They sat and listened carefully to each word he had to sayThey knew the old man sitting there had been a top hand in his daySongtexteThey asked him for a story of his life out on the plainsSlowly he removed his hat then quietly began.I've seen em stampede o'er the hills till you'd think they'd never stopI've seen em run for miles and miles until their leader droppedI was a foreman of a cow ranch the calling of a kingI'd like to be in Texas for the round-up in the spring.(Chorus)(Final Verse)I'd like to sleep my last long sleep with mother earth for bedMy saddle for a pillow, the bright stars overheadThen I could hear the last stampede, the songs of rivers singWay back down in Texas for the round-up in the spring. Aus Songtexte Mania