The cattle are prowlin'
The coyotes are howlin'
Way out where the doggies bawl
Where spurs are ajinglin'
The cowboy's are singin'
This lonesome cattle call
He rides in the sun
Till his days' work is done
And he rounds up the cattle each dawn
For hours he would ride on the range far and wide
Till the night wind blows up the sun
His heart is a feather
In all kinds of weather