Аккорды Sons of the Pioneers - When The Bloom Is On The Sage

[Intro]
 C   F   G7   C

[Chorus]
          C                             G7
When it's roundup time in Texas and the bloom is on the sage,
      G7                                       C
How I long to be in Texas back a-ridin' on the range;
        E7              Am               E7              Am
Just to smell the bacon fryin' when it's sizzlin' in the pan,
         D7                                                      G7
Hear the breakfast horn in the early morn drinkin' coffee from a can;
       C                              G7
Just a-ridin' rockin' ropin' bound to leather all day long,
       G7                                  G7             E7
Just a-swayin' sweatin' swearin' listenin’ to a cowhand's song;
       A7                           D7
How it beckons and I reckon I would work for any wage,
      C                  F                  G7              C
To be free again just to be again where the bloom is on the sage.

[Verse]
                        G7                 C
To most folks there's a spot that lives forever,
                       G7          C    C7
Deep down within their fondest memories,
       F             Fm           C     Am
Though I have been a rover I have never,
      D7                          G7
Seen anyplace that I would rather be;

[Chorus]
          C                             G7
When it's roundup time in Texas and the bloom is on the sage,
      G7                                       C
How I long to be in Texas back a-ridin' on the range;
        E7              Am               E7              Am
Just to smell the bacon fryin' when it's sizzlin' in the pan,
         D7                                                      G7
Hear the breakfast horn in the early morn drinkin' coffee from a can;
       C                              G7
Just a-ridin' rockin' ropin' bound to leather all day long,
       G7                                  G7             E7
Just a-swayin' sweatin' swearin' listenin’ to a cowhand's song;
       A7                           D7
How it beckons and I reckon I would work for any wage,
      C                  F                  G7              C
To be free again just to be again where the bloom is on the sage.