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Cattle Call - Slim Whitman
When cattle are prowling the coyotes are howling
Way out where the dogies bawl
Where spurs are a jingling a cowboy is singing
This lonesome cattle call
He rides in the sun until his days work is done
And he rounds up the cattle each fall
Singing my cattle call
For hours he will ride on the range far and wide
When the night winds blow up a squall
I don't care was well my heart is a feather
Sings my cattle call
I brown as a berry from riding the prairie
And he sings with an ol' western drawl
Singing my cattle call
