The cattle are prowling
The coyotes are howling
Way out where the doggies roam
Where the spurs are a-jingling
And the cowboy is singing
His 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 would ride
On the range far and wide
When the night winds blows up like smoke
His heart is a feather
In all kinds of weather
He sings his cattle call

He's browned as a fairy
From riding the prairie
And he sings with an old western drawl

Singing his cattle call