I like it    I don't like it

[LEANN]



[Yodels]



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



[Yodels]



Singin' his cattle call