Chords for Roundup in the spring

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_ [Eb] _ _ _ In the lobby of a big hotel [Ab] in New York town one day, sat a bunch of fellas telling [F] yarn
facts a time [Bb] or way.
[Eb] They told of places where they'd [Ab] been and different [Eb] sights they'd seen.
From that great Chicago town to little old New Orleans. _
And a cozy little old [Ab] armchair sat a man whose hair [Eb] was gray.
He listened to them eagerly [F] to what they had [Bb] to say.
[Eb] They asked him where he'd like [Bb] to be [Ab] and his clear old [Eb] voice did ring.
I'd like to be in Texas [Bb] when the [Eb] roundup's in the spring.
_ I see the cattle grazing [Ab] over the hills in early morn.
I [Eb] see the camphor smoking [F] at the breaking of [Bb] the dawn.
I [Eb] can hear the bronco praying, I [Ab] can hear the cowboy sing.
[Eb] I'd like to be in Texas [Bb] when the roundup's [Eb] in the spring. _ _ _ _
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[Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ _ They all sat still and listened to [Ab] each word he had [Eb] to say.
They knew the old man sitting there [F] had once been young [Bb] and gay.
[Eb] They asked him for a story about his life out on the plain.
He slowly then removed his hat [Bb] and quietly thus [Eb] began. _ _
Oh I've seen them stamp feet over the hills, [Ab] did you think they'd never stop?
[Eb] I've seen them run for miles and [F] miles until their [Bb] leader dropped.
[Eb] I'll form on on a cow race [Ab] at the calling of a king.
[Eb] I'd like to be in Texas [Bb] when the [Eb] roundup's in the spring. _ _ _ _ _ _ _