The cattle are prowling
The coyotes are howling
Out with the doggies bawl
Where spurs are jinglin'
A cowboy is singin'
This lonesome cattle call.
He rides in the sun
Till his day's work is done
And he rounds up the cattle each fall
Singin' this cattle call.
For hours he will ride
On the range far and wide
As the night wind blows up a squall
His heart is a feather
In all kinds of weather
He sings his cattle call.
He's brown as a berry
From riding the prairie
And he sings with an old western drawl
Singin' this cattle call...
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