Cattle Call - Dwight Yoakam
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
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 old western drawl
Singin' his cattle call
