Ridin For The Roundup In The Springtime

D G A D D D7 Cowboys all love springtime G D On this we do agree D D7 Grass 'n trees the birds and bees Em7 A7 Play their symphony D My spirit sings D7 My hoss has wings (horse) G D Because I'm gonna be D G A D Ridin' for the roundup in the spring time D G D Yippy yea ridin' hell bent for leather D G Hear the hoof beats poundin' Em7 A7 And my old reata sing D G D Yippy o cause there just ain't nothin' better D G A D Than ridin' for the roundup in the springtime D D7 You can hear those cowboys roustin' G D From their bunks at early dawn D D7 They've checked their gear and riggin Em7 A7 As they cinched their saddles on D D7 They've had their beans and bacon G D Caus' the day is hard and long D G A D A ridin' for the roundup in the springtime D G D Yippy yea ridin' hell bent for leather D G Hear the hoof beats poundin' Em7 A7 And my old reata sing D G D Yippy o cause there just ain't nothin' better D G A D Than ridin' for the roundup in the springtime D G A D D D7 It's out and ridin' circle G D Cross a rough and rugged land D D7 Astride an eager pony Em7 A7 Sittin' tall and lookin' grand D D7 A-hazin' to the gather G D My ol' ponies a-dippin' sand D G A D A ridin' for the roundup in the springtime D G D Yippy yea ridin' hell bent for leather D G Hear the hoof beats poundin' Em7 A7 And my old reata sing D G D Yippy o cause there just ain't nothin' better D G A D Than ridin' for the roundup in the springtime D D7 G D D D7 Em7 A7 D D7 G D D G A D F# C#7 You can smell the hair a burnin' B* F# And the calves are all frustrated F# C#7 They're mighty scared and lonely B* F# From their mother's separated E A They feel the loop that drags them A E To the brandin' iron that's waitin' E B A A7 To mark em' for the roundup in the spring! D D7 When the doggies are all branded G D And we've turned the critters out D D7 We're headed for the tavern Em7 A7 Every cowboy knows the route D G As we're rollin' back the carpet G D All the cowboys give a shout D G A D We'll be riding for the roundup come next springtime D G D Yippy yea ridin' hell bent for leather D G Hear the hoof beats poundin' Em7 A7 And my old reata sing D G D Yippy o cause there just ain't nothin' better D G A D Than ridin' for the roundup in the springtime D G A D Than ridin' for the roundup in the springtime