[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 |