Cattle Call

Cattle Call (牧牛谣) - The Texas Drifters

Cattle are prowling the coyotes are howling

Way out where the dogies bawl

Spurs are a jingling a cowboy is singing

This lonesome cattle call

He rides in the sun til his days work is done

And he rounds up the cattle each fall

Singing his cattle call

For hours he will ride on the range far and wide

As the night winds blow up a squall

His heart is a feather in all kinds of weather

He his sings cattle call

He's brown as a berry from riding the prairie

And he sings with an how western drawl

Singing his cattle call