Interpret:

Le Ann Rimes

Album:

Blue

The cattle are prowlin'
The coyotes are howlin'
Way out where the doggies roam
Where the spurs are a jinglin'
And the cowboy is singin'
His lonesome cattle call


He rides in the sun
'Til his days work is done,
And he rounds up the cattle each fall


Singing his cattle call


For hours he would ride
On the range far and wide
When the night winds blows up like smoke
His heart is a feather
In all kinds of weather
He sings his cattle call


He's browned as a fairy
From riding the prairie
And he sings with an old western drawl


Singin' his cattle call