Champagne Jam
Songwriters: Owens, Tex
From riding the prairie
And he rounds up the cattle each fall
Where spurs are a jingling, the cowboy is singing
He rides in the sun
He's browned as a berry
Singing his cattle call
'Til his days work is done
And he sings with an old western drawl
For hours he would ride on the range far and wide
His lonesome cattle call
His heart is a feather in all kinds of weather
When the night wind blows up and slow
He sings his cattle call
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