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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 |
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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] |
