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 days work is done And he rounds up the cattle each fall Ooh-ooh-ooh-doo-di-di 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 his cattle call
