(Tex Owens)

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. mhm.

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He rides in the sun
Till his day's work is done
And he rounds up
The cattle each fall.

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Mhm, 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. mhm.

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He's brown as a berry
From ridin' the prairie
As he rounds up
The cattle each fall.

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Mhm, singin' his cattle call. mhm...