Lyrics
The
cattle
are
calling
Coyotes
are
howlin'
Out
where
the
dawes
bawl
The
spurs
they
jingle
And
cowboys
are
singin'
Their
lonesome
cattle
call
He's
brown
as
a
berry
Free
ridin'
the
prairie
He
sings
with
a
slow
western
drawl
Singin'
the
cattle
call
Now
for
hours
he
would
ride
On
the
plains
far
and
wide
Where
the
dust
winds
blow
up
with
a
swirl
He's
light
as
a
feather
In
all
kinds
of
weather
He
sings
his
cattle
call
He
rides
through
the
sun
Till
his
days
work
is
done
And
he'd
round
up
the
cattle
each
fall
Singin'
the
cattle
call
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