Letras

The cattle are prowlin', the coyotes are howlin'
Way out where the doggies bawl
Where spurs are a-jinglin', a cowboy is singin'
This lonesome cattle call
He rides in the sun 'til his day's work is done
As he rounds up the cattle each fall
Singin' his cattle call
He's brown as a bearie from ridin' the prairie
And he sings with an old western drawl
Singin' his cattle call
Written by: I. Gordon
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