The Cattle Call

The cattle are prowlin', the coyotes are howlin' Way out where the doggies roam Where spurs are a jinglin' and the cowboy is singing 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 wind blows up and slow His heart is a feather in all kinds of weather He sings his cattle call
He's browned as a berry from ridin' the prairie And he sings with an old western drawl Singing his cattle call
-Eddy Arnold