Cattle Call - Sheb Wooley
The cattle are prowling
The coyotes are howling
Way out where the dogies bawl
Where spurs are a jingling
A cowboy is singing
This lonesome cattle call
He rides in the sun
Till his days 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 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
