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LeAnn: 
(Yodeling)

The cattle are prowlin'
The coyotes are howlin'
Way out where the doggies roam
Where spurs are a jinglin'
And the cowboy is singin'
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)

Singin' his cattle call

Eddy:
For 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