(tex owens)



Woo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - de

Woo - hoo - ooo - oop - I - de - de

Woo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - de

Yod-el - od-el- lo - ti - de.



The cattle are prowlin' the	coyotes are howlin'

Way out where the dogies bawl

Where spurs are a-jinglin'a cowboy is singin'

This lonesome cattle call.



He rides in the sun 'til his days work is done

And he rounds up the cattle each fall

Woo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - de

Singin' his cattle	call.



For hours he will ride on the range far and wide

When the night winds blow up a squall

His heart is a feather in all kinds of weather

He sings his cattle call.



He's brown as a berry from ridin' the prairie

And he sings with an ol' western drawl

Woo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - de

Singin' his cattle call.