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- Date: 8/24/97; 2:44:58 PM
- From: KBRADBEARY@aol.com
- Subject: song submission
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- This song is credited with being written by Carl Copeland and Jack williams.
- It is performed by Don Edwards...A great cowboy singer
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- (G) 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]way
- They [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
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- (Chorus)
- [G] I can [C] see the cattle grazing o'er the [G]hills at early morn
- I can [C] see the campfires smokin at the [G] breaking of the [D] dawn
- I can [G] hear the bronco's [G7] neighing I can [C] hear the cowboy sing
- I'd [G] like to be in Texas for the [D7] round-up in the [G] spring.
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- (Verse 2)
- In a corner in an old armchair sat a man whose hair was gray
- He listened to them eagerly to what they had to say
- They asked him where he'd like to be his clear old voice did ring
- I'd like to be in Texas for the round-up in the spring
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- (Chorus)
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- (Verse 3)
- They sat and listened carefully to each word he had to say
- They knew the old man sitting there had been a top hand in his day
- They asked him for a story of his life out on the plains
- Slowly he removed his hat then quietly began.
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- I've seen em stampede o'er the hills till you'd think they'd never stop
- I've seen em run for miles and miles until their leader dropped
- I was a foreman of a cow ranch the calling of a king
- I'd like to be in Texas for the round-up in the spring.
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- (Chorus)
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- (Final Verse)
- I'd like to sleep my last long sleep with mother earth for bed
- My saddle for a pillow, the bright stars overhead
- Then I could hear the last stampede, the songs of rivers sing
- Way back down in Texas for the round-up in the spring.