The cattle are prowlin' and the coyotes are howlin'
Way out where the doggies bawl
Where spurs are jinglin', my cowboy is singin'
His lonesome cattle call
He rides in the sun till his day's work is done
And he rounds up the cattle each fall
Hmm, singin' his cattle call
For hours he will ride on the range far and wide
When 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 ridin' the prairie
As he rounds up the cattle each fall
Hmm, singin' his cattle call
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