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. [Moan]
He rides in the sun till his day's work is done
And he rounds up the cattle each fall
[Moan] 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. [Moan]
He's brown as a berry from ridin' the prairie
And he sings with an old western drawl
[Moan] Singin' this cattle call... [Moan]...