The Cattle Call

The cattle are prowlin' the coyotes are howlin'

Out with the doggies bawl

Where spurs are jinglin' a cowboy is singin'

This lonesome cattle call

He rides in the sun till 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...