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