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