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