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 'til his day's 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
As 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 he sings with an ol' western drawl...
Singin' his cattle call

I always loved that song