[00:26.83]The cattle are prowlin', the coyotes are howlin'[00:31.19]Way out where the doggies roam[00:35.68]Where spurs are a jinglin' and the cowboy is singing[00:40.04]His lonesome cattle call[00:44.29][01:02.71]He rides in the sun 'til his days work is done[01:07.22]And he rounds up the cattle each fall[01:13.00][01:17.00]Singing his cattle call[01:21.11]For hours he would ride on the range far and wide[01:25.81]When the night wind blows up and slow[01:30.31]His heart is a feather in all kinds of weather[01:34.88]He sings his cattle call[01:39.18][01:58.00]He's browned as a berry from ridin' the prairie[02:02.46]And he sings with an old western drawl[02:07.37][02:12.07]Singing his cattle call[02:15.78]