LeAnn Rimes: The cattle are prowlin' The coyotes are howlin' Way out where the doggies bawl Where spurs are ajinglin' The cowboy's are singin' This lonesome cattle call He rides in the sun Till his days' work is done And he rounds up the cattle each dawn Eddy Arnold: For hours he would ride on the range far and wide Till the night wind blows up the sun His heart is a feather In all kinds of weather He sings this cattle call
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