The cattle are prowlin' and the coyotes are howlin' way out where the doggies bawl
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Where spurs are jinglin' my cowboy is singin' his lonesome cattle call mhm
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He rides in the sun till his day's work is done and he rounds up the cattle each fall
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Mhm 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 he sings his cattle call mhm
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He's brown as a berry from ridin' the prairie as he rounds up the cattle each fall
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Mhm singin' his cattle call mhm
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Cattle Call
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| Dottie West |
