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Cattle Call
When the new day is dawning I wake up a yawning,
Drinking my coffee strong;
Make my bed in a role, down the trail I will stroll
Singing this old cattle call.
(yodel)
With my saddle all shedded and the cattle all bedded
Nothing wild seems to be wrong;
Make my bed 'neath the skies, I look up at the stars,
And then I can sing you this call.
Well, each day I do ride o'er a range far and wide.
I'm going home this fall;
Well I don't mind the weather, my hearts like a feather,
'Cause always I'll sing you this call.
(bridge 1)
He rides in the sun till his days work is done
And he rounds up the cattle each fall.
(bridge 2)
He's brown as a berry from riding the prairie
And he sings with an old western drawl.
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