The cattle are prowlin'
The coyotes are howlin'
Way out where the doggies bawl
The spurs are a jinglin'
A cowboy is singin'
This lonesome cattle call
-Yodels
He rides in the sun
Til his days work is done
And he rounds up the cattle each fall
Do, do, do, do, do
Singing his cattle call
For hours he'd ride
On the range, far and wide
As the night winds blew up a squall
His heart was a feather
In all kinds of weather
As he'd sing his cattle call
He's brown as a berry
From riding the prairie
And he sings with an old western drawl
Do, do, do, do, do
Singin' his cattle call