[LEANN]
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[Yodels]
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The cattle are prowlin'
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The coyotes are howlin'
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Way out where the doggies roam
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Where the spurs are a jinglin'
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And the cowboy is singin'
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His 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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[Yodels]
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Singing his cattle call
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[EDDY]
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For hours he would ride
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On the range far and wide
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When the night winds blows up like smoke
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His heart is a feather
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In all kinds of weather
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He sings his cattle call
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[Yodels]
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He's browned as a fairy
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From riding the prairie
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And he sings with an old western drawl
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[Yodels]
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Singin' his cattle call
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Cattle Call
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| Leann Rimes |
