[LEANN]
    [Yodels]
    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
    [Yodels]
    He rides in the sun
  'Til his days work is done,
  And he rounds up the cattle each fall
    [Yodels]
    Singing his cattle call
    [EDDY]
    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
    [Yodels]
    He's browned as a fairy
  From riding the prairie
  And he sings with an old western drawl
    [Yodels]
    Singin' his cattle call