The cattle are prowlin' and 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 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 berry from ridin' the prairie And sings with an ol' western drawl Singin' his cattle call