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