D                            G
 The cattle are prowlin' the coyotes are howlin' 
    A                    D
Way out where the dogies bawl 
                              G
Where spurs are a-jinglin', a cowboy is singin' 
     A               D
This lonesome cattle call. 
   G                         D
He rides in the sun 'til his days work is done 
       E                         A
And he rounds up the cattle each fall 
D
 Woo  -   hoo  -  woo  -  ooo  -  ti  -  de 
A                   D
 Singin' his cattle call.  
 
For hours he will ride on the range far and wide 

When the night winds blow up a squall 

His heart is a feather in all kinds of weather 

He sings his cattle call. 
 
Refrain 
  
He's brown as a berry from ridin' the prairie 

And he sings with an ol' western drawl 

Woo  -   hoo  -  woo  -  ooo  -  ti  -  de 

Singin' his cattle call. 
 
Refrain