Cattle Call

(Oo-yodelee-oo-yodelee, oh-yodeletee)

The cattle are prowlin’
The coyotes are howlin’
out where the doggies roam.

Where spurs are a jinglin’
A cowboy is singin’
his lonesome cattle call.

(Oo-yodelee, oo-yodelee, oh-yodeletee)

He rides in the sun,
‘til his day’s work is done
and he rounds up the cattle each Fall.

(Oo-yodelee)
Singin’ his cattle call.

For hours he will ride
on the range far and wide
as the night wind blows up a squall.

His heart is a feather
in all kinds of weather
he sings his cattle call.

(Oo-yodelee, oo-yodelee, oh-yodeletee)

He’s brown as a berry
from riding the prairie
and he sings with an old western drawl.
(Oo-yodelee)
Singin’ his cattle call.

(Oo-yodelee, oo-yodelee, oh-yodeletee)