The cattle are prowlin'
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The coyotes are howlin'
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Way out where the doggies bawl
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The spurs are a jinglin'
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A cowboy is singin'
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This lonesome cattle call
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-Yodels
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He rides in the sun
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Til his days work is done
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And he rounds up the cattle each fall
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Do, do, do, do, do
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Singing his cattle call
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For hours he'd ride
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On the range, far and wide
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As the night winds blew up a squall
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His heart was a feather
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In all kinds of weather
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As he'd sing his cattle call
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He's brown as a berry
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From riding the prairie
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And he sings with an old western drawl
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Do, do, do, do, do
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Singin' his cattle call
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Cattle Call
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| Eddy Arnold |
