The cattle are prowlin' The coyotes are howlin' Way out where the doggies roam Where spurs are a jinglin' The cowboy is singin' His lonesome cattle call He rides in the sun 'Til his days work is done And he rounds up the cattle each fall Singing his cattle call For hours he would ride On the range far and wide When the night winds 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 he sings with an old western drawl Singin' his cattle call