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| THE CATTLE ARE PROWLIN' THE COYOTE'S HOWLIN'
WE'RE OUT WHERE THE DOGIE'S BAWL WHERE SPURS ARE A-JINGLIN' A COWBOY IS SINGIN' THIS LONESOME CATTLE CALL HE RIDES IN THE SUN TILL HIS DAY'S WORK IS DONE AND HE ROUNDS UP THE CATTLE EACH FALL SINGIN' HIS CATTLE CALL FOR HOURS HE WOULD RIDE ON THE RANGE FAR AND WIDE THE NIGHT WINDS BLOW UP A STORM HIS HEART IS A FEATHER IN ALL KINDS OF WEATHER HE SINGS HIS CATTLE CALL HE'S BROWN AS A BERRY FROM RIDIN' THE PRAIRIE YET HE SINGS WITH AN OLD WESTERN DRAWL SINGIN' HIS CATTLE CALL |
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| SONG BY DWIGHT YOAKAM |
