(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' thecoyotes are howlin'

Wayout where the dogiesbawl

Where spurs are a-jinglin', acowboy is singin'

This lonesome cattle call.

Herides in the sun 'til hisdays work is done

And he rounds up the cattle each fall

Woo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - de

Singin' his cattlecall.

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.