words and music by Jimmy Rodgers
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Cattle prowl and the coyotes howl
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Out on the Great Divide
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Never done no wrong, just singin' a song
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As down the trail I ride
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Rattle snakes rattle at the prairie dogs
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You can hear that mournful tune
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'Cause it's round-up time, a-way out west
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When the cactus is in bloom
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Yodel...
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CHORUS
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Daylight comes and the cowhands yell
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They call out every man
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Throw my saddle on my old cow horse
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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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And I'm gazin' at the moon
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'Cause it's round-up time, a-way out west
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When the cactus is in bloom
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Yodel . . .
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Now we don't have cold weather
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It never snows or rains
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This is where the sun shines best
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Out on the western plains
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Some of the boys are gone away
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But they will be back soon
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'Cause it's round-up time, a-way out west
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When the cactus is in bloom
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Yodel...
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CHORUS
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When The Cactus Is In Bloom
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| Arlo Guthrie |
