[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