| 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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| 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
|
| They call out ev’ry man
|
| I throw my saddle on my old cowhorse
|
| I drink my coffee from a can
|
| The sun goes down on the cattle trail
|
| 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 |