Текст песни
The cattle are prowlin'
And the coyotes are howlin'
Out where the doggies bawl
Where spurs are a jinglin'
And a cowboy is singin'
His lonesome cattle call
He rides in the sun
'Til his day's work is done
And he rounds up the cattle each fall
Singin' his cattle call
For hours he would ride
On the range far and wide
Where the night winds blow up with a squall
His heart is a feather
In all kinds of weather
He's singin' his cattle call
He's as brown as a berry
From ridin' the prairie
And he sings with an old western drawl
Singin' his cattle call