Tablature roundup in the spring - Don Edwards

          



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  Date: 8/24/97; 2:44:58 PM

  From: KBRADBEARY@aol.com

  Subject: song submission

  

  This song is credited with being written by Carl Copeland and Jack williams.

  It is performed by Don Edwards...A great cowboy singer

  

  

  (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

  

  

  (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.

  

  

  (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

  

  

  (Chorus)

  

  

  (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.

  

  

  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.

  

  

  (Chorus)

  

  

  (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.    


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 Roundup in the spring, de Don edwards 

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