coyotes are howlin' Way bawl Where spurs are a-jinglin', a cowboy is singin' This call. He days work is done And he fall Woo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - de 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