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.
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