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The cattle are prowlin',
The coyotes are howlin',
Way out where the doggies roam
Where spurs are am jinglin'
And the cowboy ist singing
His lonesome cattle call
Yodeling
He rides in the sun
Til his days work is done
And he rounds up the cattle each fall
Yodeling
Singing his cattle call
Four 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
Yodeling
He's browned as a fairy
From ridin' the prairie
And he sings with an western drawl
Singing his cattle call
Yodeling
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