Cattle Call

The cattles are prowlin'

The coyotes are howlin'

Way out where the doggies roam

Where spurs are a jinglin'

The cowboy is singin'

His lonesome cattle call

He rides in the sun

Til his day's work is done

And he rounds up the cattle each fall

Singin' his cattle call

For hours he would ride

On the range far and wide

When the night wind blows up like smoke

His heart is a feather

In all kinds of weather

He sings his cattle call

He's brown as a berry

From ridin' the prairie

And he sings with an old western drawl

Singin' his cattle call