Many hours will he ride On the trail far and wide Hes goin home this fall Dont care bout the weather His hearts light as a feather He sings to the cattle this call
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When the new day is dawning And he wakes up yawning Making his coffee strong Makes his bed in a roll Down the trail he will stroll Singing his cattle the his song
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When the cattle are bedded And the saddle horse shedded Nothing seems to be wrong He casts up his eyes To the stars in the skies He sings to the cattle this song