The cattle prowled and the coyotes howled
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Out on the Great Divide
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I never done no wrong, just singing a song
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As down the trail I ride
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The rattlesnakes rattle at the prairie dogs
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Don't you hear that mournful tune
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For it's roundup time away out West
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When the cactus are in bloom
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Daylight comes and the cowhands yell
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They call out ev'ry man
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I throw my saddle on my old cowhorse
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I drink my coffee from a can
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The sun goes down on the cattle trail
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I'm gazing at the moon
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For it's roundup time away out West
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When the cactus are in bloom
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[Yodel]
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We don't have cold weather
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It never snows or rains
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That is where the sunshine's best
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Out on the western plains
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Some of the boys have gone away
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But they will be back soon
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For it's roundup time away out West
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When the cactus are in bloom
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Daylight comes and the cowhands yell
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They call out ev'ry man
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I throw my saddle on my old cowhorse
|
I drink my coffee from a can
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The sun goes down on the cattle trail
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I'm gazing at the moon
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For it's roundup time away out West
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When the cactus are in bloom
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[Yodel]
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When The Cactus Is In Bloom
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| Bill Monroe |
