Cattle Call

The cattle are prowlin' the coyotes are howlin'

Way out where the dogies bawl

Where spurs are a jinglin' a cowboy is singin'

This lonesome cattle call

He rides in the sun till his days work is done

And he rounds up the cattle each fall

Singin' his cattle call

For hours he will ride on the range far and wide

When the night winds blow 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 sings with an old western drawl

Singin' his cattle call

Singin' his cattle call