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The Cattle Call - Eddy Arnold
The cattle are prowling
The coyotes are howling
Way out where the doggies roam
Where spurs are a jingling
And the cowboy is singing
His lonesome cattle call
He rides in the sun
Till his days work is done
And he rounds up the cattle each fall
Singing his cattle call
For hours he would ride
On the range far and wide
When the night wind blows up and slow
His heart is a feather
In all kinds of weather
He sings his cattle call
He's browned as a fairy
From riding the prairie
And he sings with an western drawl
Singing his cattle call
