| 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 |