The Cattle Call

The cattle are prowlin', the coyotes are howlin' We out with the doggies bawl Where spurs are a-jinglin', the cowboy is singin' This lonesome cattle call He rides in the sun 'til his day's work is done And he rounds up the cattle each fall Singin' this cattle call For hours, he will ride on the range far and wide When the night wind blows up a squall 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' this cattle call