The cattle are prowlin', the coyotes are howlin'
Way out where the doggies 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
As he rounds up the cattle each fall
Singin' his 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 bearie from ridin' the prairie
And he sings with an old western drawl
Singin' his cattle call