[Yodels]
The cattle are prowlin'
The coyotes are howlin'
Way out where the dogies bawl
Where spurs are a jinglin'
A cowboy is singin'
This lonesome cattle call
[Yodels]
He rides in the sun
'Til his day's work is done
And he rounds up the cattle each fall
[Yodels]
Singin' his cattle call
For hours he would 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
[Yodels]
He's brown as a berry
From ridin' the prairie
And he sings with an old western drawl
[Yodels]
Singin' his cattle call.
[Yodels]