Cattle Call Songtext
von Roger Tibbs

The cattle are prowlin′
The coyotes are howlin'
Way out where the doggies bawl
His spurs are a-jinglin′
The cowboy is singin'
His lonesome cattle call


He's as brown as a berry
From riding the prairie
And he sings with a slow western drawl

Now for hours he would ride
On the plains far and wide
Where the dust winds blow up with a squall
His heart is a feather
In all kinds of weather
Singing his cattle call

He rides in the sun
Till his day′s work is done
And he rounds up the cattle each morn