The cattle are prowlin' and the coyotes are howlin'
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Way out where the dogies bawl
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Where spurs are a-jinglin' a cowboy is singin'
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This lonesome cattle call
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Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo
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Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo
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Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo hoo
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Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo
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He rides in the sun, till his days work is done
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And he rounds up the cattle each fall
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Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo
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Singin' his cattle call.
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For hours he will ride on the range far and wide
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When the night wind blows up a squall
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His heart is a feather in all kinds of weather
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He sings his cattle call
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Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo
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Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo
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Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo hoo
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Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo
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He's brown as a berry from ridin' the prairie
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And sings with an ol' western drawl
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Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo
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Singin' his cattle call
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Cattle Call
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| Elvis Presley |
