Autoscroll
1 Column 
Text size
Transpose 0
Tuning:
CW-oo h-oo w-oo o-oo ti de G7W-oo h-oo o-oo o-op I de de
CW-oo h-oo w-oo o-oo ti de G7Yod-el od-el lo ti Cde
CThe cattle are prowling the Fcoyotes are howling Way G7out where the doggies Cbawl
Where spurs are a-jingling a Fcowboy is singing This G7lonesome cattle Ccall
CW-oo h-oo w-oo o-oo ti de G7W-oo h-oo o-oo o-op I de de
CW-oo h-oo w-oo o-oo ti de G7Yod-el od-el lo ti Cde
He Frides in the sun till his Cdays work is done And he D7rounds up the cattle each G7fall
CW-oo h-oo w-oo o-oo ti de G7Singing his cattle Ccall
For hours he would ride on the Frange far and wide When G7the night winds blow up a Csquall
His heart is a feather in Fall kinds of weather He G7sings his cattle Ccall
CW-oo h-oo w-oo o-oo ti de G7W-oo h-oo o-oo o-op I de de
CW-oo h-oo w-oo o-oo ti de G7Yod-el od-el lo ti Cde
He's Fbrown as a berry from Criding the prairie And he D7sings with an old western G7drawl
CW-oo h-oo w-oo o-oo ti de G7Singing his cattle Ccall
CW-oo h-oo w-oo o-oo ti de G7W-oo h-oo o-oo o-op I de de
CW-oo h-oo w-oo o-oo ti de G7Yod-el od-el lo ti Cde