Cattle Call

The cattle are calling
Coyotes are howlin'
Out where the dawes bawl
The spurs they jingle
And cowboys are singin'
Their lonesome cattle call

He's brown as a berry
Free ridin' the prairie
He sings with a slow western drawl
Singin' the cattle call

Now for hours he would ride
On the plains far and wide
Where the dust winds blow up with a swirl
He's light as a feather
In all kinds of weather
He sings his cattle call

He rides through the sun
Till his days work is done
And he'd round up the cattle each fall
Singin' the cattle call