Текст песни When the Cactus Is In Bloom - Jimmie Rodgers
                                                The 
                                                cattle 
                                                prowled 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                coyotes 
                                                howled
 
                                    
                                
                                                Out 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                Great 
                                                Divide,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                never 
                                                done 
                                                no 
                                                wrong, 
                                                just 
                                                singing 
                                                    a 
                                                song,
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                down 
                                                the 
                                                trail 
                                                    I 
                                                ride.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rattle 
                                                snacks 
                                                rattle 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                prairie 
                                                dogs,
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                hear 
                                                that 
                                                mournful 
                                                tune.
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                roundup 
                                                time 
                                                away 
                                                out 
                                                West
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                the 
                                                cactus 
                                                is 
                                                in 
                                                bloom.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Daylight 
                                                comes 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                cowhand 
                                                yell,
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                call 
                                                out 
                                                ev'ry 
                                                man,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                throw 
                                                my 
                                                saddle 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                old 
                                                cowhorse
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                drink 
                                                my 
                                                coffee 
                                                from 
                                                    a 
                                                can;
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                sun 
                                                goes 
                                                down 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                cattle 
                                                trail
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                I'm 
                                                gazing 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                moon,
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                roundup 
                                                time 
                                                away 
                                                out 
                                                West
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                the 
                                                cactus 
                                                is 
                                                in 
                                                bloom.
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                don't 
                                                have 
                                                cold 
                                                weather,
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                never 
                                                snows 
                                                or 
                                                rains.
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                is 
                                                where 
                                                the 
                                                sunshine's 
                                                best,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Out 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                western 
                                                plains.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Some 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                boys 
                                                have 
                                                gone 
                                                away,
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                they 
                                                will 
                                                be 
                                                back 
                                                soon.
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                roundup 
                                                time 
                                                away 
                                                out 
                                                West
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                the 
                                                cactus 
                                                is 
                                                in 
                                                bloom.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Daylight 
                                                comes 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                cowhand 
                                                yell,
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                call 
                                                out 
                                                ev'ry 
                                                man,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                throw 
                                                my 
                                                saddle 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                old 
                                                cowhorse
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                drink 
                                                my 
                                                coffee 
                                                from 
                                                    a 
                                                can;
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                sun 
                                                goes 
                                                down 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                cattle 
                                                trail
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                I'm 
                                                gazing 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                moon,
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                roundup 
                                                time 
                                                away 
                                                out 
                                                West
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                the 
                                                cactus 
                                                is 
                                                in 
                                                bloom.
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Mule Skinner Blues (Blue Yodel #8)
2 Somewhere Down Below the Mason Dixie Line
3 Frankie and Johnnie
4 Waiting for a Train
5 Any Old Time
6 Why There's A Tear In My Eye
7 My Blue-Eyed Jane
8 In the Jailhouse Now No. 2
9 In the Hills of Tennessee
10 T.B. Blues
11 Away Out On the Mountain
12 Dear Old Sunny South by the Sea
13 Blue Yodel #1 (T Is For Texas)
14 Miss the Mississippi and You
15 Ben Dewberry's Final Run
16 I'm Lonely and Blue
17 Jimmie Rodgers' Last Blue Yodel
18 When the Cactus Is In Bloom
19 My Little Old Home Down In New Orleans
20 Gambling Bar Room Blues
21 My Little Lady
22 Jimmie the Kid
23 Yodeling Cowboy
24 My Rough and Rowdy Ways
25 I'm Free from the Chain Gang Now
26 Keep On The Sunny Side
27 I Am Bound for the Promised Land
28 Black-Eyed Susie
29 Chevrolet Car
30 Sweet Sixteen
31 The Wagoner's Lad
32 Death Of John Henry (Steel Driving Man)
33 My Mama Always Talked to Me
34 Dark Hollow Blues
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