Frost on the wheat grass

Frost on the sage

Frost on the aspen leaves

Steam on the lake

The blue autumn sky is turnin' colder by the day

Its time to get this roundup party underway

So buckle on your leggings get your saddle cinched up tight

For the roundup fire burns tonight

Cattle on the skyline

Cattle through the trees

Riders close behind them

And freedom on the breeze

This way of life is gettin' older by the day

Its time to get this roundup party underway

So resin up your ropes and spur your pony quick and light

For the roundup fire burns tonight

I spent the summer waitin' workin' on the land

I'll spend the winter waitin' for the time to brand

And I'll spend a lifetime

Ridin' through the sage

Its burnin' in my blood

There is no other way

You can call me crazy say whatever you will say

But its time to get this roundup party underway

So buckle on your leggings get your saddle cinched up tight

For the roundup fire burns tonight

Yeah the roundup fire burns tonight