The cattle are prowling
The coyotes are howling
Way out where the doggies bawl
Where spurs are a-jinglin'
The cowboy is singing
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' his cattle call
For hours he would 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 this cattle call
He's brown as a berry
From ridin' the prairie
And sings with
An old western drawl
Singin' this cattle call