Wintertime is long on the mountain Snow flies for nine long months a year But when the warm south wind blows Every cowboy knows Spring roundup time is finally here So call the boys at the big A double L Call Mike and Jeff and Jason and the crew Come the break of dawn We'll be saddled up and gone Six hundred head 'fore the day is through CHORUS: 'Cause there's nothin' like the Wasatch in the springtime Nothin' like the freedom in the air And there ain't nothin' better than draggin' calves to the fire And there's nothin' like the smell of burnin' hair These days pass by like the wind And the boys have loaded up and they're headin' home But come this time next year You can bet they'll be right here 'Til the cattle and the west are dead and gone CHORUS No, there's nothin' like the smell of burnin' hair Nothin' like the Wasatch in the springtime