(yodeling)
 The cattle are prowlin',
 The coyotes are howlin'
 Way out where the doggies roam
 Where spurs are a jinglin'
 And the cowboy is singing
 His lonesome cattle call
 (yodeling)

 He rides in the sun
 'Til his days work is done
 And he rounds up the cattle each fall
 (yodeling)
 Singing his cattle call

 Eddy:
 For hours he would ride
 On the range far and wide
 When the night wind blows up and slow
 His heart is a feather
 In all kinds of weather
 He sings his cattle call
 (yodeling)

 He's browned as a fairy
 From ridin' the prairie
 And he sings with an western drawl
 Singing his cattle call

 LeAnn and Eddy:
 (yodeling)