[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